Friday Fictioneer's
…brought to you by: RochelleWisoff . Once a week a photo is submitted for inspiration and a group of
writers accept the challenge of writing a 100 word story about it. The
following picture was provided to us by Janet Webb ©.
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| Photo by Janet Webb |
Here is my 100:
Window Watching
History remains in battered walls that bear the weight of
weathered years. Whispers bend through cracks that allow the light in. Ungraceful
curves disguise charmed endurance with neglect in an attraction of its own.
Charlotte remembers the children that played in the unkempt yard, over a handful of years ago. Quiet replaced the cacophony that represented their presence somewhere in between the raising of her own children and unmeasured moments.
An oval mirror hung near the window she watched from, still
keeps track of time; she recognizes the comparison of a white picket smile on
both sides of the fence.
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Very descriptive!
ReplyDeletea white picket smile on both sides of the fence....my favorite line
ReplyDeleteSometimes I can see the visual while I am writing... this line was one of them that spoke to me.
DeleteI really like your first paragraph and I like the idea (which I share) of history being part of buildings.
ReplyDeletejanet
I noticed that when I went by your page and read your Friday offerings. Thank you Janet!
DeleteI liked this, and the thought they she still watches and remembers.
ReplyDeleteIt was the vision of her looking out the window, with the mirror right beside her, that prompted this write. Thank you for enjoying it.
Deletelovely.. especially the last line
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteInteresting prose here, verging on poetry. Beautiful, and I wonder about that white picket smile. My favourite lines are the beginning, but the first paragraph is particularly beautiful - and this line, sublime: Ungraceful curves disguise charmed endurance with neglect in an attraction of its own.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you,
Lindaura
Thank you for the response Linda. I appreciate the specific feedback.
DeleteNice to meet you too.
The first line read like poetry. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra.
DeleteDear K,
ReplyDeleteQuiet replaced the cacophony...hard hitting and stark contrast with subtlety. Overall, an enjoyably descriptive piece.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle.
DeleteVery sweet recognition of the world that changes but the interconnected memories that linger on. Quite nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you Perry.
DeleteI love what you do with words k~, quite jealous in fact.
ReplyDeleteJealous? m'Friend your work wanders with words in your own way, all the time. Moving people's hearts and thoughts with the way you set them afoot.
DeleteThank you t~
First line, sublime.
ReplyDeleteThank you :-)
Deletei absolutely love the brilliance in your first and last lines. a very descriptive tale. a very good read. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :-) I love the name you have chosen for yourself - it made me giggle.
DeleteVery nice. Loved that last line.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shirley. :-)
DeleteI love the alliteration on w in the beginning,,this text sings :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Brudberg. I enjoy playing with words, and it is much more fun when others enjoy it with me.
DeleteLots of memories in old buildings
ReplyDeleteThere sure are. :-)
DeleteIt's like a prose poem. As many others have said - that first line shines! And the white picket smile. But the mood of the piece with its nostalgia and melancholy is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Stephanie :-) I have a tendency to lean toward poetic lines... sometimes that's a good thing, and others, it's not.
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