Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up. The Challenge – write a one hundred word (plus or minus) story with a beginning, middle, and end inspired by the picture. The Key – make every word count.
The picture is worth a thousand words. These are another one hundred.
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The field fallowed.
The silo stood majestic
And wretched.
Nature encroached.
It took the windows.
Then it took the roof.
Neighbors and more pleaded to come
With hammer and nail to repair the damage.
Damage was, though, yet another revolution to the beauty.
The beauty was in the drought and decay.
New aesthetics emerged from the formerly functional,
Though functional preserved.
The silo would be restored.
But if the field never flowers again?
But if the sky never cries again?
Would it be that the field failed or the sky dried.
But, no, it was the silo who fell.
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99 words. Tribute to Grayson Queen, creative, blogger, husband to Rarasaur; to the difficulties they faced, to their love, to his death. If you are so inclined to send your #rawrlove to Rara, her address is here.
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Wow Mel , this is excellent. I so often feel that way when i see old buildings that flourished years gone by and now lay in disrepair. How like life they feel. Their days were once full as people came and went, and the building proudly did its part to support and nourish – created with, and fulfilling a purpose. And now it lies abandoned; the world has moved on and left the structure sagging and peeling – viewed only with aversion.
Indeed a fitting memorial to Grayson – so sad and now life is a little emptier; falling to circumstances as the world grinds on and over everything in its way.
Thank you for sharing this Melanie. So sad and yet meaningful.
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Thank you Paul.
I’m drawn to the abandoned. It sits decrepit, yet still vibrant with the hum of history.
I wanted to do a memorial to Grayson this week, but I wasn’t sure the picture would lend to it. Or maybe it is that no matter I’d see loneliness as my heart aches for Rara.
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Rara – oh Lord, that woman has suffered. If anyone ever deserved a break from above, she is that person.
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She is suffering as most of us never will.
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As I was reading this I was thinking of Rara and Dave. I wondered before I read the end if it was a tribute to them. Very powerful Mel!
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Thank you Gibber. Though distanced, they’re dear.
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That they are.
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Very effective poem. Made me think: when one thing dies, what dies with it or what died to make it die? Profound. Sad. Real.
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Thank you Lorna. I’m touched by your comment.
And your questions, thought provoking. Thank you.
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No, thank YOU!
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Love this: Damage was, though, yet another revolution to the beauty. A beautiful way to express a hauntingly true sentiment.
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Thank you Dina. That sentence was the only one to make it intact from first draft to final.
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Amazing poem, Melanie. It’s so sad about Rara’s husband. I couldn’t believe it. I know Rara will be so moved by this.
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Thanks Amy.
It is sad. For both of them, I was looking forward to the day they could hug again.
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That’s a beautiful poem, I love how everything is filled with personality, alive or not.
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Thank you so much!
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I like this. The field and sky remains. Last week I nominated you for the Liebster Award. But I did not notify you of that nomination! If you wish to accept and know more, please go to my blog “LIEBSTER AWARD – Part Three (You might want to read Parts One and Two also). There you will find information and rules regarding the acceptance of this award. It seems to be a fun way to get acquainted and build readers and followers. You will find my reason for nominating you on my blog. (Whee, I hope I’m doing this right!) Please let me know if you find me.
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Yes the field and the sky remain–that which filled the silo.
Thanks so much for the Liebster Award. 🙂
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yet another revolution to the beauty. A gorgeous line within a gorgeous poem. A well-penned tribute!
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Thank you Alicia.
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