PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
New flowers lay by the vase that held wilted predecessors. They, so fresh and vibrant, would fade as well.
Her love, like the flowers, bold and beautiful, faded away.
She the flower; he the soil. Each a part to play. Each needing the other, then no more. Another passed, plucked her up.
Oh, for an unfaded flower. An undiminished love.
He turned the bottle up, made bubbles in the amber. The old revolver’s chamber spun. He slammed it home and squeezed the trigger.
Click.
WC: 84
Not sure how to feel about coming in under the word limit. That’s the opposite of my normal issue! I was afraid that more words would ruin what was there though. Hope it works.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.
Good luck!
Such a sense of desolation. Well done.
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Thank you Sandra!
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This is depressing, infuriating and heart-breaking. Great description of emotions.
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Thank you!
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It worked, no doubt about it. The angst, the hurt, the desolation, all came through loud and clear.
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Thank you! Very much appreciated.
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Somehow we both saw men brought to a desperate end by women, although the circumstances differed. Nicely done, loved the ‘amber bubbles’.
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Thanks Iain! Glad you liked it. Especially the bubbles.
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I’m looking forward to a few amber bubbles once work is over for another week 🙂
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Dear Russell,
Well done. Sometimes you don’t need 100 words to get the point across.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle! And thanks for the lovely picture too.
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You said so much in just a handful of words. A sorry story beautifully told.
Click to read my FriFic tale!
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Thanks Keith!
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I think you were right to stop where you did!
And, I’ll never understand being so despaired to want to end one’s life… but that’s me 😉
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Thanks Dale! And I’m with you on the despair so strong to end it all. Trying my best to never get to that point.
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I like to rhink I could never get to that point – hoping I will always be so well surrounded…
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Me too!
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Being rejected can be soul crushing. I took the click as an empty chamber, a Russian Roulette that, hopefully, scared him back to living.
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I was thinking Russian Roulette myself. Wonder if he kept pulling the trigger or if he spun the chamber again.
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