It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : David Stewart.
To continue Iosa’s story…
Long Shadows…
wc: 91
Iosa closed her eyes to the chaos around her and slid down the wall. Inside her mind, she saw her home. The old shed where she’d played house as a child. The nights of ‘camping’ in the yard, filled with ghost stories and roasted marshmallows.
‘On a certain day, at a certain time, when the shadows are just so…’
She could hear her Father’s voice as he told the old story for the millionth time. What she wouldn’t give to hear that story, now. She was so tired, so very tired.
Chaos Central Command 
A tale of yearning. Lovely
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Tried to do something that fit with last week’s little ditty.
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Awww what happened? How did she leave home?
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Read the story below this one… it will explain.
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Ahh okay.
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So sad. You did well to summon up so much tragedy in so few words
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Thanks. I seem to be good at that. hehe!
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You certainly are!
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Lovely, a great sense of regret and fondness.
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You captured emotions well in your nostalgic piece, Bear.
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Thanks, Jade. Words just came so easy this morning. Maybe it’s from having taken a break from writing, not sure. Sure feels refreshing to write again.
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Glad you are back, Bear.
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Dear Bear,
Isn’t it amazing how much we miss something that used to irritate when it’s gone. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Lots of “story” being told there in very few words.
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Nice connection to the prompt, the scary ghost story hinted at but not told and the fond memory of her father telling it. Thanks for sharing!
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I think we can all fit in our own favorite ghost story to go with it. Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
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I can most certainly understand that yearning for younger days with family
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Especially if you’re trapped someplace far away from them. Thanks for stopping by!
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Some much emotion & yearning. I hope she finally finds her family.
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No idea if she will or not. I’m thinking about running with this character through Nano this year and see what story comes about
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All the best for it!
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A great sense of loss.
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I started this thread with seeing a late night pbs/bbc show about a society after a solar flare. It was weird and unsettling.. or, maybe, it was just the lateness of the hour….
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the longing is heartfelt. i can relate.
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Excellent feeling of reaching back to a gentle childhood and good memories.
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Oh gosh, this is so good. The hints to exhaustion within the memory of the past. It’s a sad piece without you ever needing to say what has happened
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Thanks, Laurie. If you want to know what’s happened, catch last week’s write “Flare”.
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Thanks, I think.
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