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 – Dale Rogerson
If there was one thing Anastasia Skarkovsky prided herself on, it was her practicality. Ever since her father left her on a railway station without a single word, she had to rely on her resourcefulness to survive.
Traveling from town to town, taking a job here and there, searching for a dry place to sleep…Anastasia soon realized that life is much easier if you disguise yourself as a boy.
Unless you ran into someone who likes boys, too.
Washing her bloody panties in the river, she whispered: “No use to cry over it, Stasy.”
Great character you’ve made here – you can get this sense of inner strength, resilience (resignation perhaps?). I can see her progressing through a challenging storyline.
Nicely done.
KT
Dear Loré,
Ouch. That was a disturbing and grisly piece. Well written nonetheless.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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No rainbows and butterflies this week. Thank you, Rochelle!
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How the underclass are neglected: nasty!
Good piece.
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Thank you, Mick.
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Sensitively done, considering the brutality of the subject matter.
Excellent.
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Thank you so much, that is music to my ears.
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Oh that was a rough one! That said, I love her spunk.
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This is a man’s, man’s, man’s world
But it would be nothing, nothing
Without a woman or a girl
Thank you, Dale!
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I would say she would handle most things after this grizzly event.. hope she gets through.
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I am sure she could handle almost anything. As always, delighted to see you here.
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Such a strong story. Quite crushing in its imagery. Well done.
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Thank you, Sandra. I wanted to set an off-hand tone at the beginning, so the second part would carry even more strength.
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This is painful, told in such a laconic voice. Beautifully written.
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Thank you so much!
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One word. Gruesome.
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Life can be that way.
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Ouch!
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Yes.
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Such a terribly sad story, and so beautifully narrated! So much not left unsaid. Stasy is a survivor, but at what a terrible cost. I hate her father!
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I think she shares the sentiment…This is a cruel world, especially for a child. Thank you.
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Great character you’ve made here – you can get this sense of inner strength, resilience (resignation perhaps?). I can see her progressing through a challenging storyline.
Nicely done.
KT
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I was going for resilience. Thank you!
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She must be a tough cookie. But what a world we frequent. Nice writing.
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Thank you, Patrick.
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That’s brutal and hard but she seems to have the courage of a survivor,
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I imagine she has. Thank you!
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That turned very dark. Great piece!
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Glad you liked it, thank you!
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This is really sad and heart breaking, to learn such strength at a young age is no easy task.
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It is not, for many it would be an impossible burden.
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Very dark. I hope she experiences some kindness so that she does not grow up permanently damaged.
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There are many paths ahead.
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That was brutal but oh so well written 🙂
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Very kind words, thank you!
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Practicality can be brutal.
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But it can also be a key to survival.
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Life can be brutal. I’m glad she’s a strong girl.
Lily
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Thank you, Lily
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Well written. Disturbing, yes but also very believable.
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Thank you!
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Well written although a (horrible subject). I like to think that there are more lovely, positive things in the world.
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I am sure there are, we live in a crazy world.
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Disturbing commentary. The forced callousness is shocking and unfortunately real.
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I thought that tone would accentuate the desperation of the situation.
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And it did.
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The song is a brilliant ending to the piece and leaves us with a reminder that life is destructive and yet there is grace for those who will seek it.
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This is lovely.
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THanks!
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Yikes!
Way to wake up The Fictioneers!
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Knock, knock! 😀 Thank you.
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Disturbing images – but what can we expect when a father abandons a girl child and she has to fend for herself. Well written.
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Thank you.
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Such a grim life for poor Stacy. A sad and violent story – I like how you’ve structured it and the shock of the ending has impact.
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Thank you so much, Margaret.
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Beautifully written, despite the sadness…
Love the song.
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That is so nice to hear, thank you.
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A short and not very sweet piece – in a very good way. Nicely told in 100 words. Kudos.
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Thank you, Alicia! Much appreciated.
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