Friday Fictioneers: No Words


I was late last week with my “nasty” story, but appreciated the comments; thanks all y’all! That was one of my favorite photo prompts ever! Out of the park, Liz! Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more details, or to join in.

Big changes at Huffington Post, and my piece about the March on Washington was not published until last week. Delayed, but still much my thoughts. Some great photos from DC! As always I appreciate honest, constructive feedback; please leave a comment.

january-snowfall-nighttime

© Sarah Potter

 

No Words

Jordan stared out the open window, watching the snow fall. The house was silent, and the flakes landed with a soft whoosh, wrapping her in icy peace. She blew out softly and watched her breath disappear in a vaporous cloud.

When Doug told her he was leaving, she was silent.She remained mute as he left–– unable to plead, apologize or seek reconciliation.

There was no point; he’d left her long before he said the words. She smiled at the beauty that mocked her grief, and closed the window.

The house was silent, her heart as cold as the dark night.

(Exactly 100 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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52 Responses to Friday Fictioneers: No Words

  1. Dale says:

    Her heart will warm when she realises that his physically leaving her will allow her to move on. He was already gone in his heart anyway…

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  2. Beautiful evocation of sadness, Dawn.

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  3. Cathy Ulrich says:

    This was beautiful, Dawn.

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  4. You are rocking the Huff Post lady! Moving story, hope she moves on soon.

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  5. neilmacdon says:

    You skillfully evoked her mood through the atmosphere, Dawn

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  6. Rommy says:

    Really great use of the photo to create a mood that reinforced the protagonist’s feelings.

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  7. rgayer55 says:

    With the snow, came the final realization that their relationship was over. Who will melt her cold, cold heart?

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  8. Dear Dawn,

    “He left her long before…” Backstory in a few words. Well told, full of emotion. Well done as always.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS Liz’s photo is one of my favorites, too. It inspired a great variety of stories. Usually I can pinpoint the main theme for the week. Last week I couldn’t. I love it when that happens! 😉

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  9. HonieBriggs says:

    Sometimes there’s nothing left to say. We just have to pull it together and move on. It looks easier in writing than it is in real life. You bring the emotional smackdown so effortlessly. That, too, you make look easier than it really is.

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  10. liz young says:

    She will recover, though I wonder why she feels she should apologise? Lots of undertones here, and thanks for the Honourable Mention!

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    • I think so many women (in particular) feel they are to blame for hard things… she wants to beg, and reconcile. Yes, hopefully she will heal and move on; that is always the hope.
      As for your photo… truly brilliant!

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  11. plaridel says:

    it’s just a phase she has to go through. it’s not the end of the world. a new world beckons before her.

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  12. So sad to feel alone when someone is still there. Sometimes it’s better to be alone for real. Sad story, well done.

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  14. I felt the words as I read them. The heartache under the layer she seemed to have created in her knowledge that it had been over far before he said the words. A telling tale in so few words, Dawn. Bravo …
    Isadora 😎

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  15. Of course it’s always too late for words… I hope that after winter comes spring… love the emotion you painted in words.

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  16. gahlearner says:

    I hope she’ll be over him soon. Great use of the cold for her feelings.

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  17. subroto says:

    Maybe she will eventually realize that he did her a favor in the end. As the poet says “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”

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  18. Dawn, this has to be one of my favorites of your Friday F. Last two pieces have hit it out of the ball park for me. Such versatility as a writer!
    .. perfectly done.. tight- in a 100 words!

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    • Oh Audra, you have just made my day/night/week. I’m in a blue place right now, and my writing feels so stuck. Your opinion means a lot to me; thanks for these beautiful words.
      I have not been so lucky getting your words. I had now wifi for 9 days and now I’m dealing with some challenges, and slow on the uptake… oh you and your deletes. They break my heart each time, for having missed your gorgeous words! xo Thanks again friend.

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  19. I’ve felt this way. You’ve described it perfectly.

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  20. Bonnie Bao says:

    Are intelligent people more likely to be alone?

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  21. Such a gentle description of her profound sense of sadness. Beautifully done.

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  22. wmqcolby says:

    Beautiful stuff, Dawn. All compacted and neatly spoken. Works great! And don’t worry about being late, we’ll read ’em. 😉

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