18/12/2019

SUMMERHOUSE - a story in under 100 words


SUMMERHOUSE

The summerhouse was our place, where we drank wine and made love to the sound of wavelets lapping the lake shore.
It was there where, one glorious sun-dappled afternoon, we made our vows, and sprinkled rose petals on the water to thank the gods for our good fortune.
But the gods of love are fickle creatures, who waft a curtain of rosy gossamer over their victims’ eyes. Love couldn’t survive the chill wind of reality, and now those dreams are frozen under a blanket of lies and broken promises.
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The building in Dale Rogerson's photo is clearly intended for summer use - you'd get a very cold bottom on those seats, though the view would be glorious. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/ from where you can follow the frog link to read other stories prompted by the photo.

25 comments:

  1. Beautiful, loving, and sad, Liz. I guess this is the meaning of "it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"

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    1. And all she has left is memories. Thanks for commenting, Neil.

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  2. Absolutely lovely take on this, Liz. And yes, definitely not meant for winter seating ;-)

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  3. Man, I thought it might work out for them. No happy ending here. Good take Liz.

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    1. They thought it would too. Thanks for reading, Iain.

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  4. Very deft use of the prompt photo, Liz. Wonderful metaphors and a story that too often is a reality.

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  5. When something starts with such joy, it is a tragedy indeed when it goes wrong. Really good writing.

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  6. Dear Liz,

    Simply beautiful and poignant piece. The use of weather is stunning.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  7. Perfect take on the photo prompt, Liz.

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  8. Great imagery! Shame it didn't work out for them, though.

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  9. I loved your descriptive writing, especially the rose petals, and the rosy gossamer.

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  10. I loved the poetic rhythm of your story. Sad but beautifully written!

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  11. Wonderful story, shame love didn't win in the end!

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  12. That's so sad – and sadly realistic.

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    1. Yes and yes. Thanks for commenting, Patsy.

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  13. Love the way you used the photo as seeing them a metaphor for love lost. Cleverly done

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