Hope Street

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to PurpleThe 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.

*Image Copyright © Sandra Crook

Hope Street

dijonThis street. Where grandfather met grandmother. Where mother met father. Where sister met brother-in-law. Where everyone who was anyone to her had met the one who became someone to them. There was magic in the cobblestones. Or maybe in the sunshine reflected in the windows. But there was magic: it was her heritage.

She had three weeks scheduled in the Old Country with nothing scheduled but to sit in the shade of the arches of this street. And sit she did, for three weeks. And then another. And then she let the companion pass flutter to the ground, and left.


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26 thoughts on “Hope Street

    • Rochelle does a wonderful job managing this challenge, and the group does a wonderful job reading and commenting. It’s a great thing to be a part of. I’m glad you like my contributions. 🙂 Thanks!


  1. …and an interesting, attractive person picked it up, ran after her, and fate smiled. How’s that? Great story, I loved it. You just can’t force it, magic finds you or it doesn’t.

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  2. I love this. I love the twist of the ending…and the ambiguity of it. I assumed she gave up and left. It didn’t’ even occur to me that someone would pick up her pass and follow her. But I loved that about it–that she suddenly realized, hey, I don’t need this to be happy! I am enough!

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    • Thank you Yolanda. Yes, it is sad she waited rather than taking action. I wonder what could have been had she experienced life in those four weeks rather than sitting and waiting for life to happen.


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