Clearing your possessions, now that you’re gone, I recall the postcard shop, the smell of the City. I remember wishing you were there.
Tuesday 10 August 2010
Microfiction Monday: #43 9 August 2010
Every Monday, the gracious Susan at Stony River: A Writing Life provides an image to inspire a story within 140 characters. Whoever wishes to then does what they will with said inspiration. Here's this week's photo with my resultant piece:
Clearing your possessions, now that you’re gone, I recall the postcard shop, the smell of the City. I remember wishing you were there.
Clearing your possessions, now that you’re gone, I recall the postcard shop, the smell of the City. I remember wishing you were there.
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Lovely way to wish. I enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice µfiction. Those memories won't go away for years and years! Belive me, it's been forty now for me and I still can recall a lot of those 'moments.'
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Oh wow. What a scene that paints. I like the way you left it open -- was it death or life that separated them? It's a lovely few lines to wonder over.
ReplyDeleteI fled my husband in March, with just the kids and a few suitcases and boxes -- it was long overdue but I sometimes wonder about him clearing the house out after us. I try not to; I have to think forward not back.
Anyhow yeah, I think there's a lot of us who can find a kindred soul in your fiction!
I too found this sounds like a loss or a "runaway"! And I too fled a poor relationship as did Susan! A beautiful, sad raw feeling in this piece!
ReplyDeleteSeems like the "good person" is always the one left to clean up the messes in life. Interesting.
ReplyDeletePoignant...and a subtle twist that she finds the postcard she herself sent. (I'm assuming her gender, I know...wish the English language had a pronoun for "he or she").
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