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 – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
With the fakest of smiles and odorless vodka as my weapon of choise, I greet my family and friends. I know their intentions are good, but damn….I can breathe only when they are gone.
Ironically, the emptiness of our little apartment offer no relief…It is impossible to move on when memories keep falling off the shelves. Like a true addict I go through each page of our tragedy, imagining you waking up in her arms.
I say I’ll find a way to fall out of love with you…but I can’t stop wondering if you left the pills on purpose.
Like a true addict I go through each page of our tragedy – it sounds as if some things need to be let go before events go too far. Compelling piece. Kudos
Very well written, we all know that time when we want to be alone but well-wishers visit. Time is a far better healer than pills, and I think the narrator knows this.
I too loved the memories falling from the shelves, and “Like a true addict I go through each page of our tragedy” comes a very close second
Her despair comes through so strongly. There’s no relief for her – alone or with company. The ‘ ‘memories’ image is brilliant, and the ending adds a final bitter twist. Great.
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I loved “memories keep falling off the shelves”, and that was a killer last line
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Thank you, Neil.
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Dear Loré,
Well written and makes me afraid for her. I hope her friends stay around her.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Much appreciated, Rochelle.
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As Neil said, that is a great last line. Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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I hope that she comes to her senses, he is not worth it.
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I think she is slowly realizing he was not that great.
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I hope the realization about the pills turns her love into anger and helps her get over it. I also love the line with the memories. Great story.
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Thank you, I think she is on the right path.
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Your story wrings the depth of despair out of this image. A lot told in 100 words.
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Glad you liked it.
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Oh her anguish! Hope she flushes those pills.
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Maybe she will mail them to him? 🙂
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😃
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I hope the pills will make her strong. She doesn’t need him, neither does she need the pills and she will hopefully come to the same conclusion.
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I think you are right.
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Adding my vote for the “memories keep falling off the shelves” line — wow, such truth in that.
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Thank you so much!
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I too add my vote for “memories falling off the shelves”, and the killer last line. Bravo.
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Oh, that is so nice of you, thank you.
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Like a true addict I go through each page of our tragedy – it sounds as if some things need to be let go before events go too far. Compelling piece. Kudos
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Thank you, Alicia.
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This is intense, brilliant.
perfect use of words, evokes strong emotions.
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Very kind words, thank you.
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I echo neilmacdon’s comment.
Great piece!
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Thank you so much!
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Nicely written. I felt her and I am cheering for her.
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That is so nice to hear!
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Jeez, I can remember feeling like this. You described it well.
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I hope it is but a distant memory! {{Hugs}}
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to hell with love!! your words are so stinging!!
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It gets better, especially as we grow older. 🙂
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A well constructed piece with powerful imagery. This is one of your best.
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Thank you so much!
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This is a brilliant write. Addressing this to a second person and the pill box makes it all the stronger.
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Touch of drugs here and there makes everything stronger. 😀
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A powerfully written story. From the beginning to the end I was captivated.
Super well done …
Isadora 😎
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Thank you so much, Isadora!
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Very well written, we all know that time when we want to be alone but well-wishers visit. Time is a far better healer than pills, and I think the narrator knows this.
I too loved the memories falling from the shelves, and “Like a true addict I go through each page of our tragedy” comes a very close second
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Very kind words, much appreciated!
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Her despair comes through so strongly. There’s no relief for her – alone or with company. The ‘ ‘memories’ image is brilliant, and the ending adds a final bitter twist. Great.
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I do hope she find a way out of her rabbit hole. Thank you, Margaret. Much appreciated as ever!
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A truly tragic situation, Lorie. I hope she gets some kind of help. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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