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. Below are my one hundred.
*Image © Dale Rogerson
Through The Ages
The Great Storm dumped the chair in the lake. The lake revealed it once the waters receded.
As a small boy, I felt its loneliness in its abandonment. In the middle years, it became a memorial to that summer, to the hurricane so harrowing friends and neighbors disappeared overnight. As a teenager it was a testament to the long-standing decline of home. Proof of the filth otherwise whitewashed.
But on the eve of my first deployment, I ached to take it with me as a talisman, a connection. And so I took its picture and keep it in my helmet.
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100 words. Feedback is appreciated. Click below to read other creative contributions to this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
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Well written Mel.
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That we do. Thank you Paul.
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Good story.
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Thanks!
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I like you take on the prompt. How it meant different things to the boy during different times of his life.
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Thank you Deborah.
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Oh, nice take on the prompt. Memories are strange things, they evoke such interesting emotions
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Memories are strange things, how they come and go at the oddest times. Thanks!
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Powerful words. The photo really works well with the different stages of perspective through the years and finally, “Proof of filth otherwise whitewashed.”
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Thank you Olga.
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You’re very good at delicately weaving so many details and layers into 100 words!
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How kind of you to say. Thank you!
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Nicely written piece, Melanie! This reminds me of when I saw the bottom of our lake here in town. It was pretty fascinating to see all the history and mysteries revealed when the lake bed was exposed.
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Thank you Amy. I remember your pictures from that lake. So sad and surreal.
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The lake is so low again!
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That’s unfortunate. Are you going to visit again?
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“Helmet” and “deployment” suggest cannon-fodder to me.
Good piece.
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But before, he made the chair Canon fodder. 😉 Thanks Mick!
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Interesting one. Good job.
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Thanks Sandra. 🙂
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It is strange, the things that remind us of home. Very poignant.
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I think it’s what makes it uniquely your own that sticks in the memory. Thank you!
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The things you hate as a boy can become the connection to home.. hope he made it back from war.
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I imagined him telling this after his return.
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It love how you describe the young man’s growing up, looking with growing understanding of the world at the always-present old chair. It’s very powerful how you made it a constant in his life, something he can rely on to be there, and link him to what’s worth fighting for.
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Thank you so much for such a thorough interpretation. I’m thrilled you got this out of the story. It’s just what I was hoping for.
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Very interesting connection. Shows the unlikely attachments that can become meaningful for us in unexpected ways.
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Thank you Perry. I’m happy to know that’s what you took away from the story.
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I like how you flipped the memories the chair evokes from disquieting to longing.
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Thank you Alicia.
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