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Friday Fictioneers – Motivation

7 August, 2014

I leaned forward from the comfort of the couch and examined the ink picture. “Horse,” I said. Without comment, my inquisitor turned the page. Another picture. “Church,” I said. A cough. The page turned to reveal this picture:

“I can’t just give you one word for this one,” I said, relaxing back, “I am one of Rochelle‘s Friday Fictioneers. I will need 100 for this!”

and here they are…


I spent three years building my mountain retreat. Three years carrying bricks and concrete along dirt tracks in carts and, while he lived, on the back of my horse. But the toil was worthwhile for the seclusion and peace the house gave me. Until they announced the road would be built passing my back door.

I complained, wrote letters of protest, but what power does one lone voice hold? I hated the closeness of people. The privacy I had spent years building was broken.

But as the siren approaches and I try again to stand, my hate turns to gratitude.


AUTHOR NOTE 09/08/14:  I had actually called this “Mountainside” and for some reason I typed in “Motivation” when I posted this. And I can’t change it now as the link from FriFic won’t work.



  1. There are occasion when the proximity of a road is a bliss.. I think he will make it..

  2. Dear RG,,

    It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?



  3. I always look forward to your stories and you never disappoint. Another great story, I really liked it.

  4. Great story! Sometimes is like this, we get mad with something and after it’s for the best!

  5. Fantastic. I’m really glad someone can be there for this old man. Guess the road was a blessing in disguise.

  6. Good story, and loved the intro too. You could market that. 🙂

  7. R.G. That story is really true. My parents lived far out in the country. It can be inconvenient at times. It’s fine as long as you’re able to drive and dig yourself out of the snow in winter. When you get old it can cause problems. Good and well-written story. 🙂 —Susan

  8. Every cloud… As for the title, you could have sold that as a clever pun – motor, invitation. No?, I’ll shut up then.

  9. Oh! It all turned out for the best although solitude is hard to come by. Great little tale.

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