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 – Na’ama Yehuda
It seems so strange and unfamiliar to stand here. My mind and memory are engaged in a perpetual game of catching up and I don’t know who is wining, which is a silly notion to begin with. Either way, there is only one losing side. There was a time when it was easy to fool oneself that we were happy, but shades of gray creeped in gradually, sweeping over our colorful world. I can’t help but smile when a memory breaks out of you standing at the door, professing your despise for pink.
A play of memories and colours, I don’t think pink is too bad so long as it didn’t arise from a red shirt in the white laundry anyway! Yes, I did that one – eyeroll!
Those kinds of ruminations are energy drainers, which is what I think you’re saying with “there is only one losing side.” There seems to be some affection she still has for her partner. Maybe they can work it out?
Nice spin on the pink machine! 🙂 And, yes, sometimes growing is done with such mismatched pace that cycles are no longer compatible … (ok, enough puns) 😉
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
It sounds like it’s over. I don’t think it’s all down to the washing machine, either.
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It’s always the little things.
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Dear Loré,
It sounds like there’s hope even he doesn’t like pink. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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What is life without hope.
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Yes, either you grow together or you grow apart. Both options are an uneasy option when faced with so much more.
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Or you just grow old.
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A memory of pink may not be enough to save them
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I think they are just that…a memory.
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Nice use of the prompt to provoke memory and colour. Well done.
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Thank you.
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A play of memories and colours, I don’t think pink is too bad so long as it didn’t arise from a red shirt in the white laundry anyway! Yes, I did that one – eyeroll!
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This is a very striking piece – I like the going round and round imagery. And what’s winning anyway?
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It’s like Olympics, winning doesn’t matter. 🙂
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Maybe they should give up on each other
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Oh, they gave up.
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Those kinds of ruminations are energy drainers, which is what I think you’re saying with “there is only one losing side.” There seems to be some affection she still has for her partner. Maybe they can work it out?
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Who knows, life is full of surprises.
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Pink is a deal breaker… any other colour is fine.
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Personally, I detest yellow.
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I think most men have issues with pink. Brown is probably my most disliked colour, but some things look great in brown.
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I like this one. The colors are used to paint vivid strokes of emotions. Well done.
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Thank you for kind words.
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My husband loved pink – said it took a real man to wear it!
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So true!
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Nicely done! How many shades of gray? “Oh, by the way, which one’s is Pink?” At least the memory brought a smile. 🙂
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Thank you. 😀
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Nice spin on the pink machine! 🙂 And, yes, sometimes growing is done with such mismatched pace that cycles are no longer compatible … (ok, enough puns) 😉
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Tnx! 🙂
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🙂
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I wonder which is the losing side. Well done.
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Thank you.
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This piece has a nice flow to it, even though it seems to be a very sad one.
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Glad you liked it!
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Love the use of the colour in this piece 🙂
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Thank you!
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The evocative music was the perfect foil for reading this post. Sadness, nostalgia, regret.
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Thank you!
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Memories and dreams are what you always mourn after (and during) a break up.
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Indeed.
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