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Friday Fictioneers – Balcony

13 February, 2015

As The Cure once (almost) sang, It’s Friday I’m In The Middle Of Writing FriFic In Response To A Prompt Email From Rochelle! This one is in response to this week’s pic thus:balcony

You can read all the other stories from around the world by going to the InLinkz page or you can read my 100 words by moving your eyes from down the page, left to right, and mentally converting the characters or “letters” into a series of words.



Standing on the balcony again, outside my childhood bedroom, the memories return. Of waving goodnight across the street, from my window to hers. Of waving good morning when we woke. Of summer holidays playing together on the green. Of seeing her dressed in white on her Big Day, smiling from the carriage with her father. Of being delighted for her love and distraught that it wasn’t for me.

Today, the tree I planted when my father passed blocks my view of the green, of the street, of her window beyond. Of the cortege approaching, bringing her home one final time.



  1. Oh my goodness, that was moving and I don’t often move unless I need to refill my glass. Seriously though, brilliant.

  2. Michael B. Fishman permalink

    You managed to pack a lot into just those 100 words and paint a sad story. Have you ever heard the song “The Randall Knife” by Guy Clark? You story brought to mind that song for me.

  3. This was beautifully written and very poignant. I really enjoyed reading it. 🙂

  4. I really enjoyed this one.

  5. What a sad day.. I really like how you used the tree to indicate all the time that has passed-

  6. You created a lot of pleasant images in these 100 words only to take it away from us at the end. 😥

  7. Very tender. Two lives summarised in 100-words takes some doing. Well done.

  8. Dear Reclining Gentleman, Awesome and well done – Your story is so poignant and touching. Years have passed from their youth and he was in love with her. I hope he married too and had a good life. He was a good son and I feel he is very kind at heart. Excellent story – really! Nan 🙂

    • Thanks for your kind comments Nan, you are always so encouraging! To be honest I hadn’t put any thought into what direction his life went in, only that it wasn’t with her. Now you’ve got me wondering 🙂

  9. I agree, RC. That was beautiful; so well done although sad. 🙂 — Suzanne

  10. Oh so sad. He’s loved her all that time. I really like how you’ve used so many aspects of the picture, and woven them smoothly together. Well told.

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