Friday Fictioneers: A Solitary Woman

Thanks for your incredible commitment Rochelle Wisoff-Fields! This week’s photo is provided by  Roger Bultot. Despite this beautiful, atmospheric photo, I was stuck this week. I’ve used a brief portion of a short story I’ve been working on. It fit the scene. Honest, constructive feedback is always welcome.


© Roger Bultot


A Solitary Woman


The woman stirred her coffee and gazed out the window at her garden.

“I should have cut back those irises weeks ago,” she said to no one.

Her dog glanced in her direction, ready and waiting. When she spoke to the window, he stayed put.

“I can’t believe it’s the end of October already…

Where have the weeks gone?

Hmm, Roosh, old boy!”

This was the cue: her gaze moving to him; her voice sliding up three octaves. The black lab mix got to his feet, tail wagging –– thump, thump, thump­–– and came over to nuzzle her hand.

(98 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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28 Responses to Friday Fictioneers: A Solitary Woman

  1. noahezra says:

    When I was reading this, I felt the suspense the dog must’ve felt. Very nice and thanks for sharing this. Love.

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  2. so how does she speak to the window.? @redhotrabbit is now following you on Twitter.

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  3. I really liked this excerpt from your story, Dawn. I could picture the scene in my mind. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  4. Nicely drawn atmosphere: the routine, the calm ease and recognition of when narration turned interaction! 🙂

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  5. I liked the voice and perspective of the dog as he waited until he was beckoned. A very sweet story!

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  6. Dogs must think we’re crazy.

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  7. Dear Dawn,

    Atmospheric and peaceful peace…a little lonely as well. Roosh is a perceptive friend. Well done.



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  8. gahlearner says:

    Dogs know exactly when it’s about them and when not. A lovely story of being alone but not really lonely. She has a good companion.

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  9. granonine says:

    There’s nothing like the love and devotion of a good dog. Beautiful story.

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  10. Abhijit Ray says:

    Time flies. Must be good times.

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  11. Dale says:

    I really enjoyed this, Dawn. Especially as I sit at my desk, looking out the window, Zeke by my side, patiently waiting for the words: Ready to go?

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  12. Violet Lentz says:

    Word to author. Old women with beloved dogs do not talk to themselves. They talk to their dogs. There is a difference you know.. hehehe

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