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 – Sarah Potter
The view up here is beautiful, the splendor of my home below more distant every minute. Everything I ever knew and loved is there. DNA of my ancestors and my descendants compressed in building blocks of future. And still…there is this calmness I feel, the sense of fulfillment as I reach for my final frontier.
My great-grandmother taught me to look up, to search the sky: “One day you could be up there.”
“But I am not a bird.”
She would smile and caress my cheek: “No, you are a ray of light.”
Here I am, soon to become just that.
Where there were snowflakes, I saw galaxies. This week’s offering is an excerpt from the short story I wrote some time ago. I am working on a longer version, but you can check the original with all its imperfections. 🙂
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How interesting. I saw galaxies too
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It is always comforting when someone else sees things that are not there. 😀
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If enough of us see them, are they there?
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I am sure they are. I always tell myself that. 😀
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Maybe snowflakes are imitations of galaxies? I like the peace in this story. Like falling snow.
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It certanly looked that way to me. Thank you!
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A nice story, and a reminder that there is always peace and hope, no matter how far away.
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Glad you liked it, thank you.
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I like the perspective. Looking forward and back simultaneously, what else could it be but light? You gave me something unexpected to think about here. Nice work.
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Thank you, much appreciated.
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Dear Loré,
Lovely story. I like that the back story is layered in. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
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What a nice little story. We’ve virtually missed snow here this year, for which I’m eternally grateful.
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Glad you liked it, thank you. We had just a little bit of snow and survived. 😀
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Oh, the wonders we find, if we just look up… and see (ourselves).
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Indeed.
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A lovely calm and peaceful take on the prompt.
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Glad you liked it, thank you.
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Thought provoking story. I agree with the others–I like the way the past is deftly woven in.
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Thank you so much!
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Instead of outer space, I saw inner space as in self-reflection.
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I like when people see different things, it results in interesting stories.
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That was a beautiful take, Loré
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Much appreciated, Dale!
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Love the nostalgia here… wonderful
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Thank you, Björn.
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A very soothing feel good story.
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Glad you liked it.
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Your story paints a very calming, peaceful picture in my mind.
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It is so nice to know that my words have that affect, thank you so much.
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A beautiful story. I love how you intertwine sadness and hope, leaving the old home behind istragic yet looking to an exciting future is good.
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Life is one big adventure, you just need to embrace it. Thank you!
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I often see things that aren’t there!
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Welcome to the club! 😀
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Lovely view of the prompt and of the world.
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Much appreciated, thank you!
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all the best for your short story. Nice excerpt. Would love to read the full story sometime.
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Resting in peace! Delightful.
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Tnx!
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A beautiful journey. I took your story more literally. I got lost in the fact that she was native American and hurt by an ancestral burial ground being used as construction material, and her grandmother was telling her that her spirit would overcome and soar.
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It is wonderful to see a story traveling a different path. Thank you for that.
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Sweet story, Loré. Well done!
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Much appreciated. 🙂
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I don’t want to repeat what everyone else has said, but there is something about the way you weave past, present, hope, despair, and a sense of mystery in this piece, Loré. Very atmospheric!
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Thank you so much, Dawn!
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Nice one, reminds me of this quote
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”
― Carl Sagan, Cosmos
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One of my favorite person ever. Thank you.
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Beautiful piece. I like that line very much “no you’re a ray of light.”
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Thank you so much!
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This… the reminder I needed this week: Hope. I felt this story. And I thank you for that.
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Knowing that makes me very happy. Thank you.
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Very nice take on the prompt!
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Glad you liked it.
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This gave me such a great feeling of peace. Interestingly, today I gave a talk in which I did a guided meditation where we get to feel we are light and love. 🙂
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That is so nice to hear, thank you.
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“No, you are a ray of light.”…wow..great line!
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Much appreciated as ever.
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i love the positive tone of this story. well done.
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