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 – The Reclining Gentleman
“Mom, what is this flower?” “It is a daffodil, my darling.”
You were my sun, my brightest star.
“Why is it yellow?” “It is so the bees can find it easily.”
You were the center of my galaxy and my every breath revolved around you.
“Can we bring it home?” “No, honey. It would wither and die without its roots.”
I don’t plant daffodils anymore. They remind me of your blinding light.
Spinning in this darkness, I long for a black hole to swallow me. Because, everything is better than watching exploding suns bending my universe.
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So many sad stories already! Something about that daffodil …
A beautiful and heartbreaking story. Losing a child is unimaginable, and yet it happens to many. It made me very sad.
And these last two lines were killer:
“Spinning in this darkness, I long for a black hole to swallow me. Because, everything is better than watching exploding suns bending my universe.”
A lovely, but sad piece, Lore`. You’ve expressed the sadness well. Congratulations on having your article printed in the magazine. That’s great. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Dear Loré,
“Exploding suns bending my universe…” Powerful last line. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Congratulations on the article. 😀
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Glad you liked it. Thank you for both, Rochelle.
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Hauntingly sad, and very nicely constructed. Well done, both on this and on the publication of your article.
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Tnx so much, Sandra!
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Beautiful. We’re a melancholy bunch today! Congratulations on the magazine.
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It’s raining here, so that is my excuse. 🙂 Thank you!
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I’m out of chocolate biscuits – that’s mine!
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I second Rochelle’s comment… a beautifully phrased and wonderfully evocative final line!
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That is very kind, much appreciated.
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You do heartbreak so well, Loré.
Excruciatingly, distressingly, well done.
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I don’t know how I missed your comment, thank you so much!!!
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So many sad stories already! Something about that daffodil …
A beautiful and heartbreaking story. Losing a child is unimaginable, and yet it happens to many. It made me very sad.
And these last two lines were killer:
“Spinning in this darkness, I long for a black hole to swallow me. Because, everything is better than watching exploding suns bending my universe.”
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I am so sorry for missing your lovely comment. Thank you so much for these kind words, means a world.
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You’re most welcome!
(I’ve missed comments from time to time – I think they go to the same place that mismatched socks go when we do laundry! 🙂 )
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😀
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So much from a single daffodil, and such a thought provoking last line, which illustrates so well real loss.
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Who knew one little flower could be so inspirational. Thank you, Michael.
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Spring must be a hard time for your narrator.
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I would say it is beyond the seasons, that kind of pain. Thank you, Patrick.
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The loss of a child is devastating….out of the natural cycle of things….your words here express the pain.
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Thank you.
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This one hit close to home. Beautifully written.
Congrats on the article!
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Thank you so much, Dale!
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Very heartbreaking at what I take was the passing of a child. What’s left but having a black hole to swallow her?
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Agreed. Thank you, Perry.
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Great story, very sad. I love the way you wrote it, with the dialogue from happier times interspersed throughout.
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Thank you so much, glad it worked for you.
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This is stunningly beautiful, and I’m blown away by that last line. The music fits perfectly, Jasmine Thompson has such a lovely voice.
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I stumbled upon her by accident, what a lovely voice. Thank you for your kind words.
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So very beautiful.. so painfully sad… you made that history bloom.. the flashbacks of dialogue are so powerful.
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Much appreciated, as ever.
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Such a great depiction of a terrible pain. Beautiful and heart-wrenching
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Thank you.
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Beautifully told in all of its somberness… the last line strikes hard against my heart. And congrats on the article!
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Means a lot that you liked it, thank you. 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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Flowers can be sad reminders of loss. Sensitively told. Congratulations on your published article.
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Strange how many sad stories this little flower inspired…Thank you, Margaret. As always, you are very kind.
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Wonderful descriptions of pain and loss.
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Glad you liked it.
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A lovely, but sad piece, Lore`. You’ve expressed the sadness well. Congratulations on having your article printed in the magazine. That’s great. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you so much, Suzanne! I am very happy about it.
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Sharp with the pain of memory. Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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