Friday Fictioneers: What She Holds On To, As The Colors Fade

Two weeks in a row. Maybe this is something to celebrate? I’m grateful for the inspiration, as I sit on a plane, headed home again–– this time for a long while. I will read other stories and catch up, and I thank all of you who encouraged me this past week. I’ve so missed the positive energy of our FF community. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping this space positive and open to all. Mazel tov on your fourth anniversary! As always I appreciate honest, constructive feedback.


© Peter Abbey


What She Holds On To, As The Colors Fade

The lush green moss was cool and velvety against my bare breasts. It was a wild and precious moment: pulling up my shirt and lying there, hoping other hikers wouldn’t come along and judge. Those spontaneous moments were exquisite.

The smell of fresh cut grass filled our house, and I inhaled deeply. Happy.

“This move will mean greener pastures for our family,” my beloved told me, just before we left our families. He was always right.

Green has filled my life with joy; I’ve been blessed. Now there is little time left, and these green walls close in on me.

(Exactly words)

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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: What She Holds On To, As The Colors Fade

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Great last line. Was all set for a happy tale until that foreboding twist.


  2. neilmacdon says:

    The sense of green and coolness was all around me as I read

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  3. My husband will tell you that green is my favourite colour. I love that image of her pressing her body against moss – both startling and calming. Wonderful

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    • The moss part might be less fiction ( 😉 ) and green is one of my very favorite colors too! As a painter and art lover, color is something I have a hard time picking a favorite with. So many wonderful options! SO nice to see you in my comments again, Claire!

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  4. jgroeber says:

    What a lovely, dark tale, even with all that green.

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    • How wonderful to find you in my comments again, Jen! Just made my day… as for dark, I just think that the end is not always what we hope for, and that’s what I was aiming for here. Thanks for taking the time; it means a lot!


  5. rgayer55 says:

    Even in her closing hours, she has an attitude of gratitude. “I’ve been blessed.”

    Great use of the sense here. I could feel the cool, damp moss and smell the fresh-cut grass.

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    • Thanks so much Russell, you nailed what I am going for! So many read darkness in this, but really it’s just the (sometimes) inevitable sadness of facing an ending. Overall, I saw her as grateful too. Thanks for the wonderful feedback; I appreciate it!

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  6. Dear Dawn,

    There’s a sweet peace about this even through it’s obvious she’s dying. Dying with no regrets and gratitude. Lovely.



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  7. gahlearner says:

    What Russel said, touch and smell are strong. Sad but also lovely story.

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  8. I could feel and smell the fresh open space. Such a sad ending though.


  9. jtarney says:

    A full ride through a full life, all emotions and senses in tact. Beautiful. xo

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  10. Welcome back! I totally missed your story last week but will try to visit. The sense of breasts in the green grass made me shiver. Perhaps because it is windy and damp outside. My favorite color is green so I easily related to the peace in your tale.And helped me avoid the impending terror.

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  11. Cecilia says:

    A great tale, thank you! You have a big talent with words.

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  12. Dale says:

    It’s funny… I don’t read darkness in here at all. I love her attitude (have been accused of having the same type myself!) Beautifully written, Dawn

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  14. liz young says:

    There’s a sting in this tale, but I’ll hold onto the thought that she’s been blessed.

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  15. Sandra says:

    Such an evocative piece, with a worrying downturn at the end there. Beautifully done, Dawn.


  16. There are worse ways to go, as you already know (working in Hospice). I think she managed to keep a bit of freedom on her way out. Beautifully written, I could almost feel coolness of the moss. Two in a row, you are back! 😀


    • I hope so! It’s my goal to stick with it (thank you again!) and then try to get some other things written too. 🙂

      I definitely think there are sadder ways to go. Lots of regret out there… Thanks for the feedback darlin’! xo


  17. plaridel says:

    it looks like the time has come. she’s going to greener pasture.

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  18. Michael Wynn says:

    Great take on the prompt, the concentration on green creates a very evocative image


  19. ceayr says:

    A touching piece, Dawn, full of life’s delights.
    And an ending that I suspect many of us will envy.

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  20. There’s a beautiful, free spirit in this. Very curious about the ending…her death is near somehow? An intriguing story.



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