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Friday Fictioneers: In Solitary

March 28, 2013

It’s Friday Fictioneers time. Click here to find out how to play along.

The prompt this week is courtesy of Fictioneer’s hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields whose new book can be found here. Click and give it a look, it’s available in perfect paperback binding and Kindle formats.

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In Solitary

I don’t do much with my days anymore. On the days I go downstairs I spend my time sitting in the kitchen. She’s in every inch of this house; from the wallpaper to the floor rugs, but I feel her presence the strongest in here, right at this table.

I leave the lights off because sometimes, it sounds crazy, but sometimes I hear her moving through the kitchen. I live for those days now. I sit and drink coffee and listen. And while I listen I cry for myself and the years and pray I’ll be with her again soon.

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17 Comments leave one →
  1. March 28, 2013 2:44 pm

    Very moving and beautiful, really good! x

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  2. March 28, 2013 5:04 pm

    A warm and sad story. Full of many emotions I enjoyed.

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  3. March 28, 2013 6:31 pm

    How sad. Seems very realistic to me, something that a person faced with unbearable loss might do.

    janet

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  4. March 29, 2013 1:00 am

    Very moving vignette of loss. Well done.

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  5. Scriptor Obscura permalink
    March 29, 2013 2:53 am

    I can relate to this so much right now. This sounds like me.

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  6. March 29, 2013 7:21 am

    This is a beautiful story – I love this bit: “She’s in every inch of this house; from the wallpaper to the floor rugs” and the way he listens for her. One of my favourites this week.

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  7. March 29, 2013 7:31 am

    This is a lovely story, so sad and so believeable. It’s very moving
    Dee

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  8. March 29, 2013 10:01 am

    the pain of losing somebody comes out nicely in this story

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  9. March 29, 2013 11:24 am

    Poignant. I see my father in this after my mom passed away.

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  10. March 30, 2013 4:20 am

    A touching story, and it rings true about her presence being felt all around the house.

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  11. March 30, 2013 7:53 am

    Dear Michael,
    You’ve said much in a tight space. As others have said, touching and believable. And a wonderful bit of writing to boot.
    Happy Passover,
    Rochelle

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  12. March 30, 2013 1:21 pm

    Hi Michael,
    This story is infused with sorrow and you do a great job of letting us feel the character’s loss and mourning. Ron

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  13. March 31, 2013 7:35 pm

    really sad story.. i wish i’d never have to go through such an emotion.

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  14. April 1, 2013 9:22 am

    Such a moving love story, Michael. I fear this is not uncommon for people around the world though.

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    • April 1, 2013 9:23 am

      PS Now I’m going to be distracted by playing with your dog as well as feeding your fish. Curse you!!

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  15. April 1, 2013 7:52 pm

    Awww, that’s so sad. I feel for this widower’s tale.

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