Well, after a misstart a couple of months ago, I’m going to try to be present for Rochelle’s wonderful Friday Fictioneers again. 🤞🏻 Many thanks, Rochelle!
Nothing Left to Lose
His jaw set, eyes steely, his club-like fingers savage pages from a book he’s never—nor will ever–read. Truth-told, he never reads: “More important things to do.”
These books feature “intolerable abominations.” Or so he’s heard.
Feverishly obsessed, he never notices my packed bags.
After book burning, his stomach will rumble. He’ll want dinner. “Charlotte?” He’ll hear his voice echo in the house that’s been empty too long. Maybe he’ll remember my telling him, if he continued, I’d leave. Or not. Probably not.
My hair flies free with the wind on I-81 as I sing with Janis
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Good one Sascha.
Thank you so much, Di! 🙂
You’re welcome
Sadly, with everything going on (especially in Florida, it seems), this doesn’t seem like fiction. Nice job.
The savvy women won’t be subjugated long. 🙂
With luck, and a suitable supply of booze, he may not notice for days
True enough. Although I suspect he might notice if his basic needs are not met, hehe. Thanks, Neil! 🙂
Sascha, what a GREAT first line. Club like fingers sets the tone so perfectly. Amen she’s flying the highway, free…
Sing it loud GF!
Wonderful, freedom has a wonderful taste
Dear Sascha,
Sing it loud, sing it proud! She tried to tell him. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
If we’re not burning books, we censoring and rewriting them. I wish we could all escape this madness.
He was warned…
I wish books and stories would be left alone. Life is about choice, take it or leave it. Stop changing. Stop banning.