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….
Copyright – Madison Woods
“Are you looking at me looking back at you?” Moorak wondered aloud, caressing the moon with his outstretched hand, leaning on his IV pole. It had been 17 months since he watched Leilani’s shuttle land on the surface, following her first steps, looking at the Earth through her eyes. “Are you cold, my love?”
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Leilani adjusted her suit’s oxygen level and stepped outside for another daily routine. Climbing the ridge, she set down on a rock and gazed at the Earth. Almost half-way through, she thought, and I will hold you in my arms. “Will you wait for me?” Leilani whispered.
Moorak – Aboriginal name, meaning mountain
Leilani – Hawaiian name, meaning heavenly woman
How can a Moorak not wait? And how can a Heavenly Woman return to Earth? Methinks their love is doomed, it is therefore made more beautiful. Beautiful story!
That’s beautiful. The longing, the loneliness and their love for each other shine through strongly. I just hope he can wait for her long enough.
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Very kind, thank you!
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What a beautiful story. I like the aboriginal approach. I am of Mi’kmaq descent
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I am honored you liked it. Thank you.
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“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup ”
Good piece.
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What a nice quote, much appreciated.
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I was brought up in the time of the Beatles.
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Beautiful! The love between two souls separated by distance only – is captured well in this piece.
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I believe true love can transcend space and time. Thank you.
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Excellent piece, very well written.
And, previously, I only knew the song by John Lennon.
Interesting version, thank you.
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it. This version of Slovenian band Laibach was very popular in my country.
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Nicely done. Beautifully, in fact.
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High praise, Sandra. Much appreciated.
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Elegant and romantic. Well written!
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Thank you.
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Nice bit of sentimentality. Good one. My only query would the the “IV pole”…does this mean the bloke on earth is on his last legs?
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Nice catch, I slipped it in quietly. I always think quiet bits of tragedy speak loudly.
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“Quiet bits of tragedy” is almost as lovely as the piece itself. Thanks for the footnote about their names, too.
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You are welcome and thank you for stopping by.
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Thanks for sharing that video. I was familiar with that Laibach piece, but had never seen the video before.
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No problem.
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IV pole…the prospect of reuniting looks slim.
(check your tense in the second sentence, should it read “It had been” instead of “It’s been”?)
Tracey
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Tnx for the correction.
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How can a Moorak not wait? And how can a Heavenly Woman return to Earth? Methinks their love is doomed, it is therefore made more beautiful. Beautiful story!
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Oh, that is very kind. Thank you.
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A lovely story, I hope they find each other.
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Well, there is always hope. Thank you!
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Lovely story. I also like that they are both relying on chemicals for survival – she with her oxygen and he with his IV drip.
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Nice catch on that, thank you for liking it.
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Such a romantic, beautiful story!
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So glad you liked it, thank you!
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The sense of tragedy is nicely balanced by their love and yearning.
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Thank you.
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Dear Loré,
Lovely story and one of my favorite songs.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. Hope you are doing better. 😉
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Ethereal, yet somehow quite grounded. Beautifully written!
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Very kind words, much appreciated.
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Will you wait for me? When she asks this , there is expectation and longing. These are the two ingredients for love.
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Thank you for these kind words.
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There’s a beautiful feeling of longing in your story – a nice balance of hope and despair. Well told.
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As always, thank you so much, Margaret!
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Gosh, there’s so much expectation invested here. How will it work out for them.
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Who knows?
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