Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, here we go….
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She would be 64 today. Her words float around me, echoes of the past: “Whenever I said I wouldn’t do something, life gave me no other choice.” I can hardly breathe, sitting here, ordinary woman in an ordinary place, looking at the half empty glass in front of me, listening to two tired souls playing yet another sad song. I wonder if she’d be disappointed to see me fractured like this. Or would she sit in a chair next to me and order another round? “Happy birthday, Mom.”, I whisper and promise myself I’ll do better.
Tomorrow.
I promise.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
Dear Loré,
Sweet story, filled with pathos.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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Wow… This is a wonder story…
I liked the way the son-mother relationship is portrayed!
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Thank you for your kind comment.
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Wow what a beautiful piece and I feel her pain! The metaphors are perfect: glass half empty, two tired souls. Great piece!
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Thank you for this lovely comment.
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Nice emotions Loré – hope she gets the courage to do better !
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As they say, after the rain….
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Oh, dear, you’ve captured so much that it’s nearly impossible to put into words. Made me miss my Mom again.
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I miss my Mom too, especially today. Thank you for stopping by.
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(hugs) understood.
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I like the open end here with it’s promises of tomorrow that may or may not be kept.
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I wonder if there is anything worse than to lie to ourselves.
Thank you.
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The tomorrow … says it all.. disappointments.. mirrored in the glasses, the sad songs.. very atmospheric.
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Thank you, I am happy that it got through…everything I wanted to say…Tomorrow, so close, yet impossibly far away.
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Tears! This is a moving piece from “the glass half full “(doesn’t that say something in itself) to “tomorrow.” Bravo!
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Oh my, thank you for those kind words.
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It is always tomorrow isn’t it. But most men learn that really all he need do is order another round and listen. That is love. Great story.
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As I said many times before, we dream about tomorrow, regret yesterday and let today pass us by. I am glad you liked my story, thank you.
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I’d like to think Mom would do both–be disappointed in the mourning and order another round while encouraging her to move on and enjoy her memories. Love well-portrayed in your story. Sorry that you have to miss your mom. Mine is still here, so that’s something yet in my future.
janet
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It gets better…it is important to live in the present. Thank you.
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Lovely story of remembrance. The memories are always there but hopefully are happy ones. Well done.
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Thank you.
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There’s nothing like music to heighten the intensity of a sad memory
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True words. Thank you for stopping by.
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The weariness of her soul omes through in this piece. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Sad and beautiful – these emotions are so hard to put into words but you did it very well.
I particularly like the way you put the word ‘tomorrow’ on a separate line and paragraph, making the fulfillment of the promise more distant and more unlikely
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Thank you. I think all of us made that kind of a promise, at least once in our lifetime.
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Oh, this broke my heart. A common experience when we lose a loved one, we assess our actions with the question “What would ____ think if he/she saw me doing this?” Perhaps asking thee questions makes us more critical of ourselves than necessary. This story was dripping with remorse. Well done.
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Sometimes we can’t help it, but to question our choices. It is hard to just let it go, but once you do, it is easier to breathe. Thank you for your kind words.
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She would order another round,and raise a glass, I know that for fact. And she is proud of you, where she is…this great lady I have known in my life. Happy B day dear Nada.
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You are so right. Thank you, amiga. ♥
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One day at a time.
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True words. Thank you.
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How very powerful!
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Thank you.
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Poignant and powerful, a touching portrayal of a mother/daughter relationship encompassed in so few words.
Very well written.
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To be honest, I am overwhelmed by all these kind words many of you sent my way. It means a lot to know that somehow my words managed to touch so many souls. Thank you.
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So much regret… we often realize so much, after someone is gone.
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Good thing is once enough time passes, happy memories stick around longer. Life is for living, not regreting. Tnx for reading my story.
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Really sad – Mother died too young.
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It’s always too soon. Yet we manage to go on. Thank you for stopping by.
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Ah, tomorrow. Sad, true to life. Nicely observed.
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Thank you.
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We can feel she’s almost too weary to try. Well done. Shandra
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That’s what I was aiming for. Thank you so much.
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Such an intimate piece experiencing such private thoughts about something so troubling. It plays well with the intimacy I feel about this photo, too. Nice story!
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One look at the photo and I imagined some poor tired soul sitting there, thinking about the past.
Thank you for your kind words.
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You’ve beautifully captured something we all go through in one form or another, that all enveloping inertia. Brilliant.
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Thank you.
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