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 – Dawn Miller
Careful observer would notice there was never too much swag in his step. Calloused hands rested comfortably in the pockets of his pinstripe suit and slightly tipped hat gently obscured his weathered face. He was a gentleman, at first glance and at the second one.
But he never managed to blend in with the city lights. And the irony of it all struck him hard as he minutely studied how the dust settled on the tips of his black shoes.
Watching the house built on broken hearts and shattered dreams, he knew it was too late. She moved on.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
I guess he was a country lad and she was a city girl.
Opposites attract, then repel.
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He was a country lad attracted by the city lights. So you are right, opposites do attract, but it doesn’t always work out.
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Aww…this is heartbreaking…
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Thank you, hope you liked it.
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Atnmosheric and sad
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Thank you, Neil.
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Sad when love cannot reach across the chasm of such differences.
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Indeed.
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Heartbreaking and beautifully written. You nailed it!
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Much appreciated!
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So sad. You’ve chosen a perfect piece of music to accompany your piece.
‘I love you very much you know
it’s become a chain
that melts the blood inside the veins, you know’
Excellent.
Here’s mine!
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Thank you so much!
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Dear Loré,
Welcome back! You painted a very clear picture of him. How sad things didn’t work out. Beautifully done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, my muse visited me this week.
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Shame, but if it wasn’t meant to be then it ant mens to be, I love the dust settling on his shoes, brilliant!
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Glad you liked it, thank you.
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Someone should really tell those country folk that the city lights really aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
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Well, you live and learn.
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The reality when you’re not living truth but an illusion is that it will all fall apart.
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Well, too many don’t realize the danger of walking on clouds.
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🙂
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The things we do for love. It’s hard to give yourself to someone when the self you’re giving isn’t actually yourself.
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And what about the love we betray for things we do? Tnx for stopping by.
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Ouch. So sad. Hope life picks up for him.
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Thank you for reading.
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Some brilliant observation of detail. You never disappoint.
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Thank you, Sandra!
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Someone always has to make a big compromise in these situations and that doesn’t often end well.
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What is a life without a compromise….and what is a compromise without a taste of regret? Thx for visiting.
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I don’t like cities either.
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So nice to see you again, Loré! And with such a bittersweet tale, accompanied by one of my favourites tunes…
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Good to be back, thank you. Maybe I’ll manage to stick around this time. 😀
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🙂
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Lovely character description and I really liked the way you crafted this.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you, much appreciated.
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Ultimately a brown dirt cowboy but he’s learnt too late, sadly for him. Great piece
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Great piece, love the description.
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How sad 😦
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