Wednesday, June 07, 2017

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Post 1542. Wednesday June 7

Friday Fictioneers



I used to sit there. Look at it now. 

They said, no they promised to keep it the way it was before I left. To remember you by, they said.

I used to write there. I sat at the desk with my pen and my paper. I left them there, in that drawer. They are not there now.

My muse would perch there. Just there, on the edge of the desk. When I got stuck she whispered in my ear.

When she whispered in my ear ideas grew in my mind. Flowers opened, birds sang;  in my mind.

What happened? No flowers, just rampant weeds, dying leaves. No muse. I hear no birds, not even in my mind.

I used to sit there. Look at it now.



For Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. The picture is courtesy of Sarah Potter.



38 comments:

  1. Nicely done! The way you looped back is perfect. I sense a spirit visiting, for sure.

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  2. Very moving. The voice was bitterly sad. Linky not working for some so here's mine: https://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/hedera-helix-friday-fictioneers/

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  3. Dear Keith,

    Lovely piece. A lot of emotion.
    And...as Sandra pointed out...the link isn't working for the hostess either. Boo hiss! https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/06/07/9-june-2017/
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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    1. That frog has some explaining to do! Thanks Rochelle

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  4. I wonder if ghosts of writers can see the characters they created? Good one.

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    1. I'd like to think so - the nicer ones of course!

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  5. That was a beautifully emotional piece, Keith... Just lovely.
    Here's mine
    https://adelectablelife.com/2017/06/07/the-she-shed-friday-fictioneers/

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  6. Such a beautifully emotional story. I liked the voice in this.
    The link is not working for some. Here's mine. https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/neelwritesffplant100words07062017/

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  7. Hi Keith - so sad and so true so often ... a perfect tale ... cheers Hilary

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  8. That pic reminds me of my secretary's office in the building I used to work in. It was built 'on the cheap' and vines from outside would grow in through the bricks and foundation.

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    1. Not sure I'd want to work there! Thanks Denise.

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  9. What a strong ending, repeating the first line! Loved it.

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    1. It's something I often do. It seems to work. Thanks so much liz

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  10. Poignant write.

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  11. No matter how much we promise to keep things just the same, they cannot stay that way. Time changes all things, and it's so sad.

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  12. Good job Perfectly constructed.

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  13. Beautiful, Keith! There is such melancholy and longing in this piece.

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  14. Beautifully done and full of emotion.

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  15. The voice is sad as promises are not kept. But many promises are broken with passage of time.

    http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/06/the-accident.html?m=1

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  16. I sometimes wonder if there's a single footprint left when we leave... there is both a comfort and a fear in that thought.

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  17. i guess it's true you can't go home again. when i left the family home and came back many years later, it wasn't the same anymore.

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    1. That, I have also experienced. Thanks for dropping by plaridel

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  18. A lovely but sad visit from a spirit. It seems he hasn't been able to move on. Good writing, Keith. :) --- Suzanne

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  19. Always painful to go back and see how much a place has changed - I speak from personal experience of my nan's house. All those memories consigned to history. Nice tale, Keith

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