Friday Fictioneers: In The Cold Morning


I’m late this week–– so many distractions in December! If you’d like to join Friday Fictioneers, check out the details on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, Addicted to Purple. This week’s hauntingly beautiful photo also comes from Rochelle, a woman of many talents! As always I welcome honest, constructive feedback. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In The Cold Morning

Sharon stirred the ingredients into her husband’s coffee. He rarely got out of bed anymore, the cancer racking his body.

“I’m ready,” he told her, weeks before. “You and the kids are taken care of–– you can stay in the house. But I can’t do this anymore.”

She couldn’t imagine her life without him, but his suffering was unbearable.

A horse whinnied. Out their window they huddled against the cold, a stark, beautiful reminder of all they’d built together.

She handed him the coffee. They kissed.

“I love you forever,” he whispered as he lifted the cup.

“Forever, darling.”

(99 words)

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35 Responses to Friday Fictioneers: In The Cold Morning

  1. Nahid Markosian says:

    I can’t wait to read your book(s). I read these 99 words of yours and always want more.

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  2. HonieBriggs says:

    Better late than never. I couldn’t make it work this week. “A Hoarse Whisper” – nah. “The Gift Horse” – nope. “Yay Or Nay” – completely off the mark or more poetry – God knows I’ve got it to spare, but no. Inflicting readers with another rhyme scheme would be too much. You’ve got yourself a real tear-jerker here, Dawn. Happy Holidays.

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    • Thanks so much Stephanie. I would read your poetry every week; it could be your thing! That said, gotta write when the spirit moves you, not under pressure! (says Bowie). Happy holidays to you and yours as well. May this new year be kinder to those who most need kindness.

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  3. Carrie Rubin says:

    “Out their window they huddled against the cold, a stark, beautiful reminder of all they’d built together.”—Love that sentence. Captures the essence of the piece perfectly.

    Happy Holidays to you, Dawn!

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  4. Dear Dawn,

    If my photo is haunting than your story is the perfect match. Aching with love and sorrow. Beautifully done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Beautifully painted to go with the photo.

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  6. Michael Wynn says:

    The sadness and lament weep out of this, very well written

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  7. liz young says:

    Poignant doesn’t begin to describe this story. I saw a film years ago called “They shoot horses, don’t they?” about people at the end of their tether – it’s stuck with me ever since.

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  8. I have a Dylan song here… one of my favorites, and though the meaning is different the sentiment of parting is the same. One more cup of coffee (valley below)… wonderful writing that felt very very real.

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  9. gahlearner says:

    This is so beautiful in a sad way. I can hear the howling of despair in her mind–and at the same time the relief of suffering ended, of a life lived well and lose ends tied. It’s always too early, but not the worst way to go. Great writing, and happy holidays, Dawn.

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  10. michael1148humphris says:

    There but for the grace of god, we all walk. There was such love in this.

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  11. So. One must wonder what has been stirred into the coffee. Sweet relief, I suppose. Well done, my dear!

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  12. So many emotions being stirred with the coffee. Beautifully told Dawn x

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  13. So much beauty and love in such a sad tale.

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  14. ahtdoucette says:

    A lovely and cutting response to the prompt. I could feel this one in my bones. Very well done.

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  15. Alice Audrey says:

    You’ve got me wondering if the coffee is spiked.

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