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 – Ted Strutz
When another tragedy sneaked its way into her already fractured world, she tried to pick up all the pieces and hold them together with a scotch tape. It held remarkably well for the longest time.
World moved on at its usual pace and she fell behind. With time she mastered the smiles of reassurement, avoiding those awkward moments when people ask you how you feel, hoping you wont break down in front of them.
Although the scotch tape still holds her together, few little pieces are irreversibly lost and she wonders when will it all fall apart.
For Irena…always and forever.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
This story would have gone well with last week’s picture. And a good story it is Loré.
Thought you should know your link doesn’t work!
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Thank you, Dale. Fixed it.
Went back to check last week’s prompt, it would be too obvious. 😀
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LOL! I know, right?
But glad I could help…
And still was a wonderful piece.
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Sta reci…toliko gubitaka a ti i dalje hodas…grlim te
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❤
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Chilling
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Tnx.
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A poignant tale. You have shown dignity of a person to whom world has not been nice and fair. Very nice.
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Thank you.
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So many are getting through each day held together like this, inevitably sometimes some fall apart. Nicely done.
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Yes, there is never too much scotch-tape. Much appreciated, as ever.
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Very gently told. Excellent.
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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And so it will go until the day she realizes how little their personal comfort matters.
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A poignant portrayal of a person trying to hold it together. Though I once had a car like that 😉
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Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Dear Loré,
I understand how she feels, been there, done that. Well written and really nice to see you here.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It is good to return to a familiar place and familiar faces. Thank you, Rochelle.
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So close to life. 😦
Regards, SLSM. 🙂
https://stilllovedstillmissed.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/in-search-of-love/
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I think most stories come from life, even if it is just an emotion we are trying to capture.
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So true.
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Sometimes one tragedy is all it takes, other times it seems you can go on taking blow after blow. But ultimately… you find you can’t. You got that perfectly in these lines.
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We all have our breaking point, it is just a metter of time until we discover it.
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Beautifully and sympathetically told.
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Thank you, Clare.
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You’ve written a very gentle and touching story. The structure is beautifully balanced, and the choice of words is delightful, especially in your opening sentence. I enjoyed the Max Richter video too. Sad with the sadness of mortality, where grief is the inescapable reflection of love.
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I love that last part “Grief is the inescapable reflection of love.” How accurate that sounds, for every love story comes to an end, followed by grief.
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Really great mood setting. Tape only lasts so long. It leaves ghosts of itself once it brittles and flakes away.
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Indeed. Much appreciated.
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Love the mood here… sometimes people find a way to go on through the roughest of times but sooner or later they run out of gas.
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Thank you.
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So much tragedy. Nothing worse than trying to hold it all together when you feel like falling apart. Good story.
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Thank you.
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Chilling!
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Tnx!
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I liked where you went with this photo prompt.
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Thank you, Ted.
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