UNTIL THAT NIGHT
It was our dream house thirty years
ago. Children raced round its rooms, their laughter bouncing off the walls, and
the house itself smiled. Perfect.
Until that night we left a window
open.
Now we creep around in silence,
brittle as glass, afraid of breaking our fragile union. Happiness has vanished –
in fact we barely speak at all – and the house sags around us for lack of love.
The window stays open – there’s nothing worth stealing now.
He wants us to leave – ‘move on’ he
calls it – but what if she returns and I’m not here?
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Friday Fictioneers is a group of roughly 70 writers who produce a 100 word story each week from a photo prompt. This week's photo is by Yarnspinnerr and posted on Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ - thanks Rochelle.
I am celebrating - quietly - having reached the end of the latest draft of Wolf Pack, the second book in my Living Rock series. To read the first book click on the link at the top of this page.
Oh! Such sadness.
ReplyDeleteYOU CAN TELL i'M IN A DOWN MOOD, CAN'T YOU!
DeleteOh, Liz - what a powerful story. That last line made me gasp. Brilliantly done!
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thanks Susan.
DeleteGorgeous writing, Lizzy
ReplyDeleteOh my... that is powerfully sad and I agree, beautiful writing indeed.
ReplyDeleteWould you be able to leave? I don't think I Would.
DeleteSad story, reminded me of the Madeleine McCann incident.
ReplyDeleteYoure right, Subroto - that's a family who will never stop wondering.
DeleteA nightmare for any family. Very well written Liz.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't bear thinking about.
DeleteOoooh - that's really good!
ReplyDeleteThanks Patsy - writing in a hurry sometimes works!
DeleteThat's a terrible thought, isn't it? Moving on and then the thing or person you loved comes back. Very painful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra
DeleteSo sad. I like the way you gave the house moods to match their own.
ReplyDeleteThank you - places do absorb moods, I feel.
DeleteThirty years ago to an incredible sadness--you wrote such a moving story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan
DeleteBoy, you took the prompt and ran with it.... Beautifully done. Gave me a wee chill.
ReplyDeleteIt gave me a chill writing it. Thanks Alicia.
DeleteSo sad and powerful. The structure of the story is done wonderfully too. Like a poem.
ReplyDeleteGosh! Thank you, Lisa.
DeleteWhat excellent writing! I was particularly impressed by "Happiness has vanished – in fact we barely speak at all – and the house sags around us for lack of love. The window stays open – there’s nothing worth stealing now." That equation between the house and their lives is so powerful. It reverberates in the mind and heart.
ReplyDeleteNo, I couldn't bring myself to leave either.
Penny - you take so much trouble with your comments - thank you!
DeletePowerful writing, Liz. So sad. The comparison of house and mood is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gah.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteTerribly sad story. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
DeleteAn exquisitely written piece of human tragedy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda x
DeleteShe can't leave can she. Wonderful engaging story.
ReplyDeleteOf course she can't. Thanks for commenting.
DeletePowerful piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jaya.
DeleteThanks - I think!
ReplyDeleteIntensely sad, well told
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael.
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