The house wasn’t much to look at but the location was perfect. Amy had dreamed of living upon the hill where nothing but the azure expanse laid before them. And he’d do anything for his queen. Painstakingly he’d laid stones upon their foundation, planted trees for privacy, a secret garden just for her. The hammock slung along the rockery for Stacey to read in, little Brian’s crib against the far wall.
The dream so close, some days he forgot the plane was lost. Walking the halls he tried to remember their faces, hear their laughter and will himself to live.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! As per usual, our esteemed host Rochelle posts a photo with the challenge of writing a 100 words something. One of these days I’ll have to try another poem. Make sure to check out the other writers entries HERE.
So much hope, so many plans, dashed in the end. Kudos.
Thanks Alicia. Afraid I couldn’t avoid the melancholy on this one.
Such a well written sad story, I hope he finds peace and manages to move on
Me too Dee. I think moving on is the best possible solution.
Dana, This is very sad, although well written. He needs to seek help from someone to move on. Being there by himself and living in his dreams is the road to insanity. He may next become delusional and actually think they’re there. Well done. —Susan
You are very right Susan. I hope he gets out too. It is never good living with your feet planted in illusion and the past and a lost future.
The twist at the end provoked my emotions – well written.
Thanks Maree. A little wrenching I know.
Good story Pat! Really interesting! Nan 🙂
That final line really snags at my heart… so many lost families recently– the ones who were lost, and the ones left to pick up the pieces. Nicely done, Dana.
Thanks Dawn. I guess I did drive in the spike with the last line. And you right about the lost not only being lose that are gone but also the ones left to pick of the pieces and try to move on.
You’ve really captured the grief and loss here, Dana. A well written and moving story.
A very strong piece that tugs at the heartstrings with the reveal in the last lines. Well done.
Thanks Sarah Ann. One of my friend said in the beginning she was so hopeful for a happy story and then I turned it on her.
A very sad piece, nicely done.
That last line makes me ache and will linger for a while. Nicely done.
Me too. Thanks Rochelle.
People either went dark or they went depressing this week. Doesn’t matter. The quality is there. Nice work!
Thanks WM. I couldn’t resist on this one. Though I have friend that may take a hit out on my if I don’t write some happy soon.
Right. NEVER resist. Give in! 😉
There is a lingering sadness in those halls. I hope someday he finds the will to move on.
All my best,
I do too Marie. I guess each in their own time. Thanks
That’s poignant. Sometimes it’s better to forget. Or is it?
Not forget. Never. But moving on would be a good idea. Thanks Patrick
Sadness is in a way so much more interesting than the happy ever after.. I think the only times I managed to write happy stories is when I start out with ordeals… I liked the way you presented this.. to end up like that.. what sadness
Thanks Bjorn. I have a girlfriend that may pull out my finger nails if I don’t starting writing something more upbeat. But last Madiera prompt I managed romantic but this time melancholy is all that would come.
A sad twist to the story there at the end. I just want him to leave the place. You paint a desperate, sad picture of someone holding on. Nicely written.
I agree the best thing he could do was leave and start over. I guess each in their own time. Thanks Amy
Definitely a sad twist to this story – but very well written. 🙂
Thanks Pat. I started out with every intention of writing something upbeat this week. But it just didn’t happen.
Well, sometimes, it’s just not possible – and admittedly, this is an interesting picture …. so we follow where the muse takes us 🙂