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Waiting (Friday Fictioneers)

December 24, 2014

Friday Fictioneers: 1 picture, 100 words, scores of people around the world sharing their creativity and vision. To join in, visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields HERE.

This week’s photo prompt courtesy of, and copyright by, Björn Rudberg who can be found HERE.



I watched these steps being built when I was a child. I sat on them as an adolescent hungry with questions and desires. Clean and smooth they would shine under the clear Scotland sun, now they’re slick with moss and in the mornings, as heavy with dew as my heart is with love. I sat at the bottom of those stairs and watched Adrienne walk away and disappear into the fog. Now I wait – heavy with love but unable to follow her – for her to return. That was so many hundreds of years ago. So many years yet nothing changes.


24 Comments leave one →
  1. December 24, 2014 7:38 am

    What a beautiful place to linger.. yet I think it might be in vain. I guess becoming a ghost is a lot about waiting.

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    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      January 7, 2015 9:13 am

      Maybe too much waiting but let’s hope we don’t find out for a long time! Thank you for the photo inspiration, Björn.


  2. December 24, 2014 9:15 am

    a love story

    Liked by 1 person

    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      January 7, 2015 9:13 am

      A patient love story! Thanks for reading and commenting!


  3. December 24, 2014 7:42 pm

    Dear Michael,

    This bordered on poetic. Lovely and romantic. Loved the video.



    Liked by 1 person

  4. December 24, 2014 10:32 pm

    Yes and a veryy loooonnnngggg love story (but good!) 😀

    Liked by 2 people

  5. aseemrastogi2 permalink
    December 26, 2014 1:53 pm

    Well written love story :D.


  6. December 26, 2014 5:43 pm

    Oh this is lovely but so sad and wistful. So much time passes and he’s still there in the place that meant so much to him.


    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      January 7, 2015 9:15 am

      He’s either a fool for love or just a fool, I don’t know. Thanks for reading and commenting, Margaret.


  7. December 26, 2014 10:38 pm

    A tale of waiting and wanting. beautifully etched.


  8. December 27, 2014 7:11 pm

    So sad. I feel the character’s longing.


  9. December 27, 2014 11:28 pm

    A lovely post about longing and the power of love. ….as heavy with dew as my heart is with love. Very nice. Well done.




  10. December 28, 2014 5:39 am

    They do look as if they should be haunted. Lovely ghost story for Christmas!


  11. December 30, 2014 8:37 pm

    This picture does remind one of Scotland in general and Brigadoon in particular, doesn’t it?

    Happy holidays! May they be filled with joyful memories.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      January 7, 2015 9:18 am

      Thank you, Marie, for both the comment and the good wishes. Brigadoon was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the picture and what is Brigadoon about if not being in love? Or about almost like being in love…

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