Friday Fictioneers for January 13th, 2023

Our mysterious and mischievous Mistress, Rochelle, passionate for the pool (she could swim circles around most of us), has bestowed upon us a Friday the 13th photo by Fleur Lind. We are to be magically inspired and motivated to write a story of fewer than 101 words (unlike Dalmatians or Arabian Nights).

To help enlighten you as you steer your story to the inlinkz squares, click on Fleur’s photo to be driven to Rochelle’s blog where it’s all mapped out for us. It’s fun. Try it. Then join the pack as we read and hopefully comment on as many stories as we like.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

Genre: Narrative Poetry
Title: A Verse of Light
Word Count: 100

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Driving, my twisted mind a malaise of anger
lost in sorrow that love controls,
I think of her and of him.

That Sting song played,
“I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying
… I’m laughing through my tears”
The blood red sky, like love. The clouds cheering,
“Something about the universe and how it’s all connected”

I saw light coming. I heard,
“Everybody’s got to leave the darkness sometime”

As I drove into the light, I felt the pain leaving me.
“I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying
I’m laughing through my tears” And the pain is gone.

***

Look both ways.
At times, let the future heal the past.
Mind the gaps, some pain remains.

Click on the crash to read other (more uplifting) stories.

 

I have no idea why I like this old Sting song so much.

 

56 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers for January 13th, 2023”

  5. This is an excellent write, Bill. I could never imagine making that choice – but I can understand grief being so deep. Wonderfully, yet tragically done.
    Must be the twang that speaks to you, Texan!

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    1. Thank you, Dale. I am not a native Texan, thus not so brainwashed.
      I worked on a voice recording of this one, but gave it up when I accidentally messed it up. No twang. 🙂

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      6. I know you’re teasing, but my wife and kids are (corrupted) natives.
        There are two cultures here. Those in the east are more ‘southern’ while those in the west are more ‘southwestern.’ I annoy the hell out of them all by teasing them endlessly.
        I do say ‘y’all’ — but I say ‘chuffed,’ too. LOL 🙂

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      7. You married a native, eh? Ah well, love makes us do lots of crazy things 😉
        I didn’t realise there were two distinct cultures.
        Hell, I say y’all and I’ve never even set foot in Texas! And you’re a writer so, of course, chuffed!

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  11. This was very sad. Anger (and/or pain) can be blinding, driving us to stupidity.
    I had written a similar poem, but then got yelled by wifey. So i turned the whole thing around to make it happy 🙂

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  21. Great writing, Bill, perfect with the song. I can understand suicide from grief and depression but I’ll never understand suicide by traffic proxy, it always injures and kills innocents. If someone choses that, they want to destroy and not only themselves.

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