Friday Fictioneers: The Shade of Our Years

Fits and starts– that’s what seems to be at the heart of my writing right now. Stuck, unstuck, stuck.

But each week, Friday Fictioneers pulls me out of my rut and hands me an option. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields does an epic job of herding this group. If you’d like to join us, check out her blog Addicted to Purple, where you can join in or read the 100+ stories (this week, I’m 107!) that are contributed each week.

As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback; please leave a comment!

© Rachel Bjerke

© Rachel Bjerke

The Shade of Our Years (98 words)


When I was young, the green– oh the green! It lit the world with possibility and hope.

We lay for hours upon the green, breathing in its freshness and beauty.

We made love on the green.

I read to you; you read to me,

On the green–

surrounded by a universe of plenty.

Clover was our blanket– the pot of gold within our reach.

Now, in the twilight of our years, green covers those memories and buries our love– in layers of green decay.

What is left, lies beneath the green, aching for light…

and a new color.

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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44 Responses to Friday Fictioneers: The Shade of Our Years

  1. Dear Dawn,

    The beauty of this piece has left an ache in my heart. Perhaps it’s the fit of melancholia I’m having at the moment, having just spent an hour looking through family photos in pursuit of one. Oh the memories.

    Wonderful writing.



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  2. Sounds like a hole in one to me…. 😀 bad joke aside, this story contains a lot of emotion. Good job


  3. Stories like this remind me of the fleeting days we call our life. Sometimes they seem to drag and other times they fly so fast one’s head spins. You caught that feeling for me. Thank you, Alicia

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  4. Dawn, you were certainly “unstuck” on this one! It was amazing and beautiful and everything wonderful and green. 🙂


  5. Very poetic, and romantic. I like it.


  6. This is beautiful, Dawn. There are so many layers to it: the nostalgia, the hope at the end, if it is indeed hope. I liked it.


  7. Nan Falkner says:

    Dawn, you never disappoint us – never! I certainly enjoy your sense of humor! Nan


  8. storydivamg says:

    This is poetic in all the best senses. Good work. You paint a rainbow in shades of green.



  9. i b arora says:

    there is only one word for it, sweet


  10. So very descriptive of the difference between youthful dreams and the reality of age. So very well written as always, Dawn. 🙂 — Suzanne


  11. Mike Lince says:

    The narrator in this piece seems to me pulled between melancholy and nostalgia. I like the Irish symbolism that you have woven throughout. Perhaps St. Patrick’s spirit moved you with hints of clover and pots o’ gold. I also caught the link from your mood – feeling stuck and getting unstuck – in this poem. After all, isn’t the ultimate form of being stuck that of being buried – the anticipation of endless sleep? It is interesting that you counter the freshness and newness of Spring with aging and decay.

    The beauty of this piece is that you found inspiration in your mood and found a way to capture it in words. There is a word for that ability — talent. Well done. – Mike


    • Whatever I’m feeling each week, stuck or inspired, your comments always provide a wonderful boost of positive encouragement; thanks for that, Mike! I agree that this piece (which I stumbled on and struggled with) did pull from my mood and perhaps from my Irish heritage as well. 😉 I rarely spend more than a few minutes writing any of these FF stories, but this one definitely is reflective of the process this week, as well.

      As always, thanks for your lovely words. YOU should be writing more!


  12. Cathy Ulrich says:

    Yes, things change. Poignant and sweet with a ray of hope for a new color. Excellent job, Dawn.


  13. Margaret says:

    I like how you’ve focused on colour to represent the passing years and the changes in their relationship – very nice. I also think the ending works well. So sad that they let their love get buried and lost. It’s not hard for that to happen.


  14. Susan Langer says:

    Such poetic comparisons between aging and youth. I really enjoyed this.


  15. gahlearner says:

    How beautiful! That change from the green of hope to the green of decay is impressive.


    • Thanks so much. I think that there is a duality to most things, and even the brightest, happy color, has its darker side… even a lush green. Thanks for stopping by Tales From the Motherland. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

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  16. wildbilbo says:

    Great story. Your take – the sad decay that comes with passing time being still offset with some brighter hope, the ‘new colour’ – was lovely.


  17. This is just marvelous, I can so much agree that the green can also be depressive.. once the summer canopies will try to suffocate you with its massive green I forget how much I love the tender green at spring. Your use of it as a metaphor works so well…and then that new color in the end.. great progression to that point.


    • Thanks so much Björn. Green is a color that elicits so much for me, living in a place where the deep shades of green mean lush, new growth, as well as decay and dark woods. Where there is dark, there can be light… and visa versa. I appreciate your thoughtful feedback.


  18. Lovely evocative story, though I’m not thrilled about the twilight of my years. Yeah, looking for the light and a new color here too!


  19. Oooo! Fascinating twist with the color, texture and mood. Such precision. Well done!


  20. Such a beautiful piece filled with so many emotions. Lovely as ever, Dawn.



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