PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Before the story:
The past few weeks I have been taking part in a competition run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields called the Friday Fictioneers. She posts a different picture every week, usually on a Wednesday and the challenge is to write a story is 100 words or less (not easy when you are as verbally verbose as I am). It is a fantastic challenge and the people that take part are really friendly and welcoming.
If you are looking for a little challenge where the emphasis is on feedback and creative support, then give this one a try. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed, I know I’m not.
Click the link here:
If you want to read the story I wrote last week, it’s here:
Her Last Ball
She closed her eyes and remembered that glass ceiling and her last ball in that grand room.
That was many years ago now, before the war. Before their world had been torn apart.
Their opponent had won. There would be no more balls, laughter or beauty anymore.
Only bombs, oppression and the sword.
Opening her eyes, she saw again the shattered glass on the floor and the hole the last bomb had made.
Picking up her broom, she returned to her designated task and began sweeping those fragments away along with her treasured memories.
[94 words]
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 5/ October/2018
I wonder who designated the task
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A tragic tale, all too familiar. Nicely done.
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Thanks Iain. 🙂
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Ah, so sad. She shouldn’t sweep away her memories, though. Good story, Kristian.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you. Sometimes memories only bring heartbreak, it might be better without them 🙂 Glad you liked my little tale.
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A powerful reminder that true freedom is easily lost.
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Indeed. 🙂
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great use of metaphor: picking up her broom and sweeping those fragments away… well done.
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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There can be nothing worse than a vanquished people .They lose their pride, dignity and joy. Nice way the lady expressed how there will be no more dance, only oppression.
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It is a sad fate. Thank you. 🙂
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I fear there are going to be too many designated tasks ahead of us.
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Very tragic. A great metaphor.
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Thanks 🙂
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Memories can help or hinder. Hopefully one day, there will be dance again…
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What a lovely thought, I hope so. History sometimes goes in circles doesn’t it? 🙂
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That it does!
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A reminder of how fragile our lives are. Heart-breaking story.
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Thanks you. Yes, we need to appreciate what we have while we can, because it may not last. 🙂
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This is a poignant, beautiful write. The sad realities of war.
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Thank you Linda. 🙂
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Dear Kristian,
Poignant and sad. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle 🙂
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The world can be a very complacent place, yet we are only a tiny distance from disaster. I hope she can retain some comforting memories though I would understand why most have to be forgotten.
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So true. 🙂
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