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 – Jan W. Fields
26th of March 1827.
My love,
The lightning outside my window heralds the sound of thunder that remains ever distant, but I know it is you calling upon me. Surrounded by familiar, yet foreign faces, it is a relief to acknowledge there is no strength left. There is a kindness around me that I surely don’t deserve, but it is balanced by the greediness with which their hands sort through my earthly possessions.
To finally fly free into your arms, beyond this prison of commonness…It would never be too soon. My immortal beloved…
We seem to have taken similar paths into the ethereal dream world of composers this week. Nicely done.
In your second line I think you mean, “familiar, yet” rather than “yer” So easy with the t and r so close together on the keyboard. 😉
I followed your links. What a torturous life Josephine Brunsvik led. I was quite exhausted by her trials and tribulations, not to mention multiple childbirthings. Another enlightening piece in the rich fabric of Friday Fictioneers. Well done.
Whenever someone asks me what period of history would you like to live in, I never say past. Everything was so much harder and we tend to forget that. Thank you for your kind words.
A wonderful story. I am beginning to more completely understand how artistically gifted people are so emotionally sensitive. Not a bad trait but one that offers a challenge to living!
Poor woman. They didn’t have many rights in those days. Even though she was wealthy, she still suffered. She had so many children taken away, and also traveled a lot and that must have been hard then. I’m surprised she lived as long as she did. Well done, Lore. — Suzanne
You and Rochelle were on the same wavelength this week and you have both produced great images of the lives of two very different but incredibly talented musicians. I followed your links and was appalled at the life that Josephine led. Thank you for educating me today.
I don’t think I would choose fame if it came with that much suffering. But mind you, it was not Ludwig who was suffering, but poor Josephine.
You are very kind, Russell. I am very grateful.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
Dear Loré,
We seem to have taken similar paths into the ethereal dream world of composers this week. Nicely done.
In your second line I think you mean, “familiar, yet” rather than “yer” So easy with the t and r so close together on the keyboard. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. Fixed it.
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I followed your links. What a torturous life Josephine Brunsvik led. I was quite exhausted by her trials and tribulations, not to mention multiple childbirthings. Another enlightening piece in the rich fabric of Friday Fictioneers. Well done.
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Yes, I was exhausted, too. Imagine that kind of life, what a horror. Thank you, Sandra.
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First Rochelle’s and now yours. I feel very educated today and very lucky to have learned about such amazing talent 🙂
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That makes me so happy. 🙂
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Of course I had to listen to the clip afterwards and read the links. Lovely story
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Thank you.
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What a glorious story. My heart breaks every time I hear that piece. It’s so beautiful.
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Yes, a masterpiece. Glad you liked the story.
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Terribly tragical. We are so blessed not to have been born in those times. The music is as haunting as the story of her life. Well written as always.
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Whenever someone asks me what period of history would you like to live in, I never say past. Everything was so much harder and we tend to forget that. Thank you for your kind words.
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Oh so sad histories that dwell in around every composer… Maybe we can hear it in their music.
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I suspect we can.
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Beautiful!
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Oh, that is kind of you, Dawn!
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Very nice.
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Thank you.
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Very moving. Thank god we in the affluent west have mostly got past the point of marrying our daughters off for advantage. Let’s have lurve.
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Yes, thankfully the life is a bit easier today. But not for all. Glad you liked it.
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Lovely piece, and between you and Rochelle I’m learning more and more!
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That is so nice to know, thank you.
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This shows a side of Beethoven not often seen. We don’t usually associate him with the tragic, romantic lover. What a life, poor Josephine.
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And I completely forgot: wonderful story!
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Thank you so much. I was glad I could shine some light on a genius.
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A wonderful story. I am beginning to more completely understand how artistically gifted people are so emotionally sensitive. Not a bad trait but one that offers a challenge to living!
Regards
Jim
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Thank you, Jim. I think you need to have that special place inside yourself to produce such a beauty.
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Poor woman. They didn’t have many rights in those days. Even though she was wealthy, she still suffered. She had so many children taken away, and also traveled a lot and that must have been hard then. I’m surprised she lived as long as she did. Well done, Lore. — Suzanne
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I thought the same when I read her story. What a tragic life she lead. Glad you liked it, Suzanne. Thank you.
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You and Rochelle were on the same wavelength this week and you have both produced great images of the lives of two very different but incredibly talented musicians. I followed your links and was appalled at the life that Josephine led. Thank you for educating me today.
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Beautiful capture of the moments before death.
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Thank you.
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I guess I’ll never be famous. I’ve lived too easy a life and not suffered enough to be worthy of greatness–not that I’m complaining mind you.
This is beautifully written. I love the letter format. My favorite based on this prompt. Five stars.
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I don’t think I would choose fame if it came with that much suffering. But mind you, it was not Ludwig who was suffering, but poor Josephine.
You are very kind, Russell. I am very grateful.
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This is such a beautiful, haunting story, so full of love and longing! I was moved by it.
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Thank you, that means so much!
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