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24th Jan 2019

The Friday Fictioneers Challenge



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Once you were loved
someone cared for you 
caressed you
treated you fine
took you on outings 
beautiful lady smooth lines
out for a good time
in your prime
but now
you are alone
on your own
hidden in the forest
tall trees grow up 
 around you 
hem you in 
you are trapped
briars and bracken
poke through the ruins 
of your broken body
your heart
no longer beats 
your paint flakes
your eyes are blinded
the lights gone out
you are old now 
and rusted
you are no use anymore

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16 comments :

  1. Sorrow...

    A lot of people feel this way.

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  2. Dear Marian,

    Sad tale, be it car or be it human. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS Still can't access your link on the inLinkz

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    1. Thank you Rochelle. Haven't a clue why the link up is not working for my blog. I'll keep trying...

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  3. Well done, Marian!

    Your link does not work... it brings us to a non-secure message...

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    1. Thanks Dale. Not sure what's going on with the link. Can't see anything

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  4. Marian, this is a tender piece that leaves us wondering if it's a person or a thing; it doesn't matter. Lovely.

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    1. Thanks Dawn. I was hoping it would come across as being either. Thanks for the feedback

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  5. Autobiography of a car - once you are old and rusty, no one cares ! I tell you what, it could very well be true for an old person too.

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    1. Thanks Anshu. So pleased you got the underlying reference.

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  6. Through the journey of this car, you have drawn beautiful parallels between the life stages of a car (a non living thing) and a human being.
    Loved it!

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    1. Thank you Kislaya . I was seeing it that way. Glad it came across.

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