This story was written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by wonderful writer, Rochelle, on her website, Addicted to Purple. Each week, she provides us with a photo prompt and her own story, and we have 100 words to respond with out take. Anyone is welcome to participate–just give credit to the provider of the photo prompt (provided this week by J. Hardy Carroll–thank you!), write your own story, and click on the blue frog below to read others’ work and add a link to your own.
I’ve been lax with participating and with my blog in general, but today was a good day to write here! I am still writing, at least. I’ve just been hoarding my time for other projects, but I do feel that nagging twinge that comes with neglecting the blog, and, as ever, I am telling myself to do better! : )
Possession
(100 words)
It’s hard to hear Evelyn say we’d always been welcome when they’d always had the iron fence.
I remember the day I’d climbed a tree and dropped down. I explored all those secret spaces. I imagined wearing a gown. A prince would propose, but I’d say no, I couldn’t leave my garden or my fish pond; I’d send him back beyond the gate—but I was the one ejected. As I left, Evelyn watched in triumph.
Now, the town mourns Evelyn’s father. She wants our love, but how can we love when we can’t even reach them with arms outstretched?
You reap what you sow. No give no get. Good story, Emily. I’ve been neglecting my main blog too and feeling guilty about it. 🙂
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True–and thanks for the commiseration! Haha
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Dear Lynn,
It’s hard to reach out to someone who’s always been distant. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! That’s true–and you’re never sure of your welcome with someone who’s been so distant (or even hostile!).
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Yes. It is hard to reach out when we’ve been pushed away…
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Definitely! Thanks for reading, Dale!
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I love it. Children can be so mean, but what goes around comes around.
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Thanks, Margo! Yes–now, Evelyn is hurting, unaware that people won’t see things the way she does, doubtless not remembering anything like what the narrator remembers.
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Nice use of the fence to illustrate the distance and rejection across the years.
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Thanks! This was an interesting picture to work with.
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It brings to mind the wonder just as the chicken or the egg physical or mental isolation which comes first? Thought provoking post thank you
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Thank you! I see what you mean–the physical barrier has real consequences here, as they often do in other circumstances, too!
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Maybe Evelyn has learned her lesson. Children sometimes act cruel and foolishly–in some that goes away with adulthood. I, too, love the fencing in and out theme.
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I hope so–certainly, I hope she would not behave similarly as an adult. I think it’s easy to be possessive as a kid, and hard to put yourself in others’ shoes unless you’re taught to do that. Maybe Evelyn’s parents were the real cause of the isolation…or their parents, if this is an ancestral home. Thanks for reading and the comment!
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Sometimes the very people who need the affection of other people are the very people who make it hardest for you to like them. Nicely illustrated Emily, and thanks for the re-tweet.
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Thank you for reading and for your thoughts. I agree–I’m sure Evelyn is lonelier than those who live outside her fence. And you’re welcome–I loved your story this week!
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Lovely image of saying no to the prince in favour of garden and fishpond. Your story mixes well the joy of exploration and bitterness of rejection.
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Thank you very much, Sarah Ann!
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Well done.
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Well done
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