1st Feb 2019
Struggled to write just the 100 words for Friday Fictioneers today. Had to edit from 300 - ish. Hope it still has some sense.
Might still write a poem with in response to this prompt though.
Wild Place
Rosanna pulled back the canvas.
"Wow, Clare look. The sky - pink, purple, orange, hues of blue.
And mountains ..."
Her sister looked through the peephole.
"Wow that's amazing. But I won't forget."
"I know. Let dad sleep. We'll make coffee." Wrapped in blankets they walked to chairs, left out the night before.
" You know they always planned to come here, the two of them ."
"Yes, but not with us, Ros. Dad's just being weird."
"There used to be four chairs," Ros sat down, "lately only two," she wiped away a tear, "and now three. We're here because dad needs this."
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
Friday, February 1, 2019
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This sounds like a nostalgic trip for all of them, Maz. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra.
ReplyDeleteThis was lovingly done, Maz. It was a necessity, I should think.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dale
DeleteOh. And you really have to work on how you link your story! I have to type in your blog title on another tab because the link brings me to an insecure connection...
ReplyDeleteI haven't been able to sort it. Sorry. Thanks for taking the trouble to find me
DeleteGuessing it’s a pretty sad situation. This photo has something sad and pathetic about it, I found. And yes one hundred words is frustrating!
ReplyDeleteYes, I was trying to portray sad...thank you...
DeleteAwww, it sounds like they've all suffered some loss. Hope they find solace in the beauty out there, and in each other.
ReplyDeleteThey have .
DeleteThis is beautiful in its sadness. Coping with loss is never easy. It looks like they do the best they can. I think it's a great idea that you leave your link with the comments, that way I could find you.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I don't know why the link doesn't work like it should, though
DeleteI think they are doing great! And they will get through their loss together.
ReplyDeleteThank you Fatima.
DeleteDear Maz,
ReplyDeleteA poignant story of family love. I know what a struggle it can be to whittle these pieces down to 100 words. Nonetheless it's an excellent exercise for helping the writer see which words are the most important even in longer pieces.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Again I had to come through the "backdoor" to get to you. The inLinkz won't allow me access.
Thanks Rochelle. I can't work out the problem with the link up, sorry. Thank you for taking the trouble to come in the back way ...
DeleteNice story. It is good that two sisters have brought to a place he really likes.
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteAh, found you! Sad story - but I must admit I did find it a bit disjointed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. I'd like to know more on why you thought it a bit disjointed.
DeleteIt started with much excitement, but turned into a sad tale. but somehow it gives hope. they will pull through, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteThanks Priya . Yes, I'm sure they will too.
DeleteNothing is as pure as family love!
ReplyDeleteThis is a tale of loss and hope. I am sure they will overcome this loss together. They all need each other in this time. Beautifully penned.
Thank you so much Kislaya .
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