I want to thank so many of you for the kind words of support last week. Some of you saw my initial explanation (which I deleted) for my harsh story, some guessed from the comments, and others read the title. While I wish I’d left out the explanation to start with, to let my writing speak for itself, I appreciated each and every kind word, and the feedback you gave. Friday Fictioneers is more than a weekly flash fiction site, for me. I feel like I know some of you, and I’m grateful to be in such fine company. Thanks to each of you!
On Monday I had two exciting events, that helped shake me from the difficult place I’m in right now– and that can’t be sugar coated: I’m working on tough stuff. I’ve spent the past week on my own, in a quiet place, as I begin to digest things, and work on moving forward.
However, a piece I wrote about my family’s struggle with Huntington’s Disease was Featured in the Huffington Post and has done very well. That is especially gratifying because it means so much to me, to bring awareness to this devastating illness, which is always fatal. The 2nd bit of news was entirely unexpected and quite thrilling! I’ve been awarded by BlogHer as a “Voices of the Year” winner, for my piece “On My Father’s Birthday, A Letter To The Man Who Killed Him.” I will be honored at the BlogHer convention this July, and will read the piece in front of 5,000 people. (Holy butterflies, Batman!) I could not be more honored, and it was a cosmic hug I really needed right now.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge, that seduces writers from all over the world! Use the photo prompt to write a 100-word story and join this group of Kool Kats. Check out our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog Addicted Purple, to read more stories, learn more, or join in. The photo this week was sent in by Roger Bultot. My work often reflects where I’m at, but I always appreciate honest, constructive feedback. Please leave a comment, and tell me what you think.
Burnin’ Down the House
It’s not like I didn’t know that our house was built with damaged goods. I plugged each hole and patched each crack, as quickly as you made them– Soldier on, soldier on.
“Don’t look into the sun, you’ll go blind,” I was told. I never thought to put on sunglasses and look beyond your glare.
But I’ve got a song in my heart and my shades are on.
“Here’s your ticket, pack your bags
Time for jumpin’ overboard”
When the smoke and ash clear, I’ll rebuild.
Now I know; I’m from strong stock… and my foundation is solid.
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