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, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
His last words are echoing through her mind, descending upon her heart, overlapping her troubled soul.
“I love you, baby girl.”
She enters the cemetery, cold fist clenching half a dozen roses, drops of blood falling on a fresh blanket of snow. Calm, composed, frozen…statue in the making, she is fracturing from the inside, her words to him a painful memory.
“Take the next flight.”
Choking on a mouthful of regret, she recalls their last goodbye at the departure gate.
“I love you, baby girl.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
His grave is dark and cold, mirroring her soul.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
Dear Loré,
So very sad. At least his last words were loving.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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My last words with my mom were loving. The healing effect of that can’t be measured. Thank you.
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I love your writing so much!
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Is there anything more rewarding than those words? I doubt it. Thank you so much, that means the world to me.
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What a terrible loss.
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Unfortuantelly, all of us experience a terrible loss in our lifetime.
Thank you for stopping by.
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Very graphic and very sad.
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And very close to home…Thank you, Sandra.
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Some nice description in here, particularly like the opening line.
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Thank you.
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You captured it beautifully. Well-done, Loré!
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Thank you so much!
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How lovely that her father could actually say those words! Nicely done.
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Thank you, Alicia.
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So sad. Survivor’s guilt is a difficult thing.
Kind regards,
MG
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It’s hard to let go. Thank you.
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Its been eight years – I still miss my Dad ! You bought his memory back Lore !
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I hope it was a happy memory. Thank you for stopping by.
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Lore, A lovely story with great description. I especially thought the part “fracturing from the inside” powerfully described hurting but trying to hide it from the world. Hopefully she’ll heal given time. We all have to go through a period of mourning to completely heal, although we never forget. Well written. —Susan
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Thank you so much, Susan. I wanted to contrast that “statue in the making”, so I came up with that fracturing part.
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A poignant recollection. Beautifully done.
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Thank you very much.
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A powerful, emotional story with such vivid imagery. Your choice of words are brilliant. Well written.
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Oh my, thank you so much for your kind words, Maree.
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Dear Lore,
A sad and beautiful tale. Well done. To say more would ruin the moment.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thank you, Doug. Your comment is very touching.
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A very powerful and sad tale. Nicely written.
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Thank you.
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Very sad but very nicely written.So many memories come rushing to me. It’s very difficult to let go.
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Thank you so much. Try to keep good memories, life doesn’t wait for us.
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Very powerful and evocative. Your description of the girl’s emotions is amazing!
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Thank you so much!
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The emotion through your story was so powerfully described.
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I dug deep and found the words. Thank you.
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I thought the paragraph where she enters the cemetery was excellent: so emotional, and yet you managed to keep such a tight control of the language.
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Thank you, I wanted it to be just like that – crisp, cool, yet full of emotion.
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