Silver Bells

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-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….

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 Copyright –  Roger Bultot

“Wait for me.” she said.
But I ran across the street without a care in the world.
Her laughter followed me, silver bells rolling down the hill.
Silver bells on my heels…and still, I wouldn’t turn around.

“Wait for me.” she said.
But I kept running, chasing after my next rainbow.
True to our life’s design, she chased after me.
I should have waited for her.

A speed bump is hiding a blood stain.
As if that could make me feel better.
Standing still on the same spot, I wait for silver bells to catch up with me.
After all this time…still waiting.

39 thoughts on “Silver Bells

  1. Dear Loré,

    I’m a little baffled by the silver bells. After a couple of reads I’m guessing that it refers to her laughter. Am I warm? Too often we don’t see what we have until it’s too late.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. paulmclem says:

    Love the feel of this piece. Not totally sure what it’s about, or what Silver Bells are but I’m don’t think it matters. It sounds great and will get people talking.

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  3. gahlearner says:

    I understood the silver bells, although I had to look back to understand the silver bells. What a wonderfully written tragedy. Great take on the prompt.

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