Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. 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.
*Image Copyright © Sandra Crook
Hope Street
This 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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100 words. Fiction. Feedback is always appreciated. Comments of any kind really — so long as they are related to the post. Click below to read other creative contributions.
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I really like you’re idea of this 100 word fiction, it’s really great and I truly enjoy reading them
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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!
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It’s always good to have hope, no matter what. Fate has something else in store perhaps.
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Indeed Fate is a fickle beast. I’d like to hope it will have the right person pick up that ticket on the ground.
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The difference being that all the others happened to be on the street in the process of life. She however, abandoned her life to be on the street. A vast difference.
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A vast difference indeed. She tried to force love, and love cannot be forced.
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😀
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This is what would happen to me.
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Me too. But I’m so cynical (and cheap) I wouldn’t have bought the companion pass before going to the street.
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Not unless there was a Groupon! lol
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🙂
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Interpolation is a statistical nightmare: such a small population sample, it was always a long shot.
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Indeed it was. But hope can blind us to logic. 🙂
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Good one. Unique take on the prompt. Maybe fate is eliminating all the unsavory characters and in time the magic will work.
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Thank you ansumani!
There is still time for magic; there’s always still time for magic. 🙂
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…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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Yes! I hope that’s what happens. It’s just when you give up that it finds you. Isn’t that how it always works? 🙂
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I agree with Paul. She just sat and waited. She should have strolled and smiled ~ more chances of being seen rather hiding in the shadows!
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I think she took “good things come to those who wait” a little too literally.
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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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I love your optimism! That she didn’t give up or walk away less than when she walked in for lack of magic, but that in the process she discovered she was the magic.
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She certainly was and will remain the magic alluring all still hidden…
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So many possibilities! I love the story, and also the title. The pace and feel of it are just right.
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Thank you Margaret. As hard as 100 words is, the title is the hardest part.
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But no one showed for her – maybe because she sat and waited instead of experiencing the moment, she let it pass her by. Very sad, but a lovely tale well told in 100 words!
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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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