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 – Al Forbes
Copyright – Al Forbes
Dear Loré,
This left an ache in my heart. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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PS Beautiful title.
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Thought you might like it. 🙂
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Thank you, Rochelle. Maybe there are better days ahead…
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Sad, indeed. There are so many inequalities, and yet, love is priceless. It would seem ‘Louis’ is rich where it counts.
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Indeed, he is.
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Beautifully told.
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Thank you.
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Poignant tale, neatly told.
Dare I mention 2 typos?
waiving and Marius/Marcus.
Sorry.
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What a mess I am…Thank you!
(Never be sorry for helping 😉 )
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We all make mistakes, but not everyone acknowledges them so graciously.
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This was beautifully written, Loré. I agree, Louis has a richness that cannot be bought. And I absolutely love Ingrid Michaelson.
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Thank you, Dale! So happy you love Ingrid Michaelson, she deserves to be recognized more.
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Absolutely!
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Very poignant and thought provoking.
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Thank you so much!
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I love it.. and I see stories like this all the time… I really love the “not yet”… there has to be hope…
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Yes, there has to be hope…even in the darkest of times.
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I love the “not yet” of the father. Hope that time comes soon for Louis. Well done.
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Thank you!
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Very moving, so much so skilfully implied.
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What a compliment…thank you, Sandra.
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Ohhh my heart hurts. So much said in so little, and that element of hope and hopelessness combined is perfect.
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Thank you so much!
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This is so sad yet hopeful. Very subtle and beautiful.
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Thank you, that means a lot.
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Very touching. I could just picture them there. Thanks for the flicker of hope.
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You’re welcome. Thank you for reading.
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i bet when he got the balloon, he held on to it as tight as his father held him
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That is such a lovely thought. Thank you.
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Take the cars and leave the people. Yep. Would happen. Nicely captured scene too. 😀
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It’s happening every day. Glad you liked it.
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100 words and I saw it all.
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That is all I could ask for. Thank you, Dawn.
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Touching to the brink of watery eyes as I read it. Wonderfully written …
Isadora 😎
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Very kind words, Isadora!
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Very poignant – lovely, gently narrative voice, too. Like other commenters, I think Louis will be OK, even without his balloon.
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I hope so…thank you so much.
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There are always those left behind. The child is loved though and there’s hope. Thanks for the lovely music. Well done, Lore`. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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So well written! I could see the scene as it played before my eyes!
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That is a great compliment.
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