The sight of laundry hanging on a wash line, intrigued and unsettled Daphne.
It was so common place but yet so unusual in her world.
As a child, gardens had been a place for endless frivolities.
Yet there she found her father, by the fountain, neck grotesuely twisted, a knife pointing to the heavens from his chest.
It became an archway to nightmares, an end to childhood.
Like her mind that garden lay over run by weeds, struggling to find its self.
She desperately longed for her mind to be reborn, to shed the carcass of her old home.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting the writing event Friday fictiooneers. The rule is to write a 100 word piece in response to the provided picture. Please click the link to visit Rochelle’s blog. It will be worth your while. And click this link to read other stories and write ups.
Forgive me for the lack of response to the last two weeks participation and for being absent last week. I tried to merge my thoughts from last weeks photo with this weeks prompt. I hope the story is interesting. See you at your blog post.
I hope there’s a way out
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I am hoping so too!
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Wow great connection of prompts, well done.
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Thanks Mason!
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A nice use of both prompts. A powerful story.
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Thanks Iain!
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So much lies untold behind this story. Gripping stuff.
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Thanks Liz.
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Dear Chioma,
Nice use of two prompts. Frought with emotion.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle!
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I’m imagining finding last week’s prompt inside this week’s. Nicely done.
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Thanks Bill!
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A great combination of two picture prompts.
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Thank you!
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P.S. I think you mean desperately instead of despeartedly
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Thanks Alicia!
I will make the changes.
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Interesting weave of photos. I wonder about where that laundry was hanging. In which of the gardens.
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In her new garden.
Thank you!
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🙂
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I love how you refer to the old house as a carcass. Excellent descriptor of such a place, a receptable of old, dead, stinking bodies.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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Powerful descriptions of past trauma and yearnings to be free from their grasp. So very well done!
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Thank you!
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Errie and so haunting. Well done.
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Thank you!
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Nicely combined and a powerful story. Hopefully she find a bit of pink in her life.
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I hope so too.
Thanks.
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