Many thanks to everyone who read last week’s FF story. I’m just back from vacation and still catching up. Yes, I know that’s my constant theme. I hate to think what will happen with me and this blog when I finally do catch up! 😉
As always, so many thanks to Rochelle for keeping us all going and giving us Friday Fictioneers.
Reciprocity
It’s been weeks but I refuse to open the curtains, unable to stomach the view. Mother creeps around but Dad thumps. He believes emotions are contagious. As if Miriam’s act could easily transfer.
“Am I ugly?” she asked that evening.
“What? No.” Jealous, I never added, everything about you is perfect. I wish I’d uttered the words. I wish I’d let her know how important she was beyond her sweet smile, her gentle dark eyes. How her laughter warmed everything, made life better, made everyone better, kinder.
Someone reduced my sensitive sister.
Someone underestimated my attachment.
Someone would pay.
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Wow. This is sparse. And powerful.
This is a test.. Don’t see my former comment so seeing if this one shows up in which case I didn’t hit Post Comment….Or if you are just screening comments.
A lean and hungry piece, Sascha, beautifully constructed. I always love stories that use the white space. This is one of your best
OOOh, I like the tension at the end, the possibility.
A tense piece, and a sister on a mission!
I had to read it twice. Not because I didn’t understand it but because it was so good.
And so someone shall pay.
Really good story. We never know when we’ll have a last conversation with a loved one.
Very powerful and sad. Excellent writing.
“Someone reduced my sensitive sister.” Such a potent line. Your story is phenomenal and devastatingly sad.
Dear Sascha,
How sad. And how well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A sad story, filled with so much regret. It brings home how important it is for us to let our loved ones know how much they mean to us when they’re still around.