Hello Readers – It is time for an entry with Friday Fictioneers.
Rochelle (here) uses photo prompts that bloggers submit and this week she is using one of the ones I sent her. I took this photo specifically for Rochelle because when I looked down at this coffee table, I saw some “personality” here.
It has been a lot of fun to see the different author takes on the prompt so far. There has been hypocrisy, lung cancer, Raleigh coupons, Goldilocks/three-bears, etc. ( Later, I will add a few more links just for those who want to explore from here…)
Check these out:
Alice Audrey (here) included this: “…but the powder was already all blown when he got there.
Andrea (here) noted the magazine tag: “Lose 636% more abdominal fat” (636%????)
And my sweet friend, K-cubed – or K to the two – (Kelvin Knight HERE) gave a shout out to me in his title (and then eerily wrote an energized piece)
And by the way –
Sugar on the Bee’s post, Jar full of lighters, was riveting and partly inspired my 100 words in this post. I also wondered if anyone would address the lighters and she sure did!
So did Kelly …
I have not even read half of the entries for this photo prompt yet, and I almost could not even write my own… that is how much fun it was reading the different takes. Seriously, even if you are not a “reader” – I invite you to read some of the Friday Fiction entries – you won’t be disappointed. Or feel free to join…. stretch yourself a little and write some fiction this week (or not…).
And click the blue bar to see all the entries
Sit With you for a While (word count: 100)
Sometimes in life we speak up.
Take a stand, confront, and risk amity to try to help.
Speaking up feels like running into broken glass, but sometimes it’s needed, like dropping seeds that will help someone grow later.
Other times we don’t speak up.
Timing might be off or wounds are so layered that conversating is not even on the queue.
I love you.
I want to just
for a while.
I’ll skip the shots of Crown, but smoke as much as you want.
In quiet togetherness, as equals, maybe I could just hold you.
Today’s post was inspired by the many other authors who wrote pieces for this coffee-table photo that whispers so much. I was also inspired by this Jami Smith song I have been jamming to this summer. It is a cover of Jernigan’s, “If could Just Sit with You for a While” – and the song starts with, “When I cannot feel, and my wounds won’t heal…”
I do not like Jernigan’s version, but Jami’s version is tasty. Her voice, the arrangement, the quiet parts, etc.
I guess Jernigan wrote this song about someone having cancer- feeling bleak desperation. And last year, my son’s friend’s step mother was diagnosed with cancer. She is now in hospice. It happened in a snap. I ache for her – for their family – and sometimes all we can do is just enjoy this day for what it has. Not second guess what we coulda, shoulda, or would’ve done…
Sometimes we need Grace, people. Grace for our lot in life, grace for what we did or did not do, and grace to be “who we be.” Grace to maybe just sit with others for a while….
This coffee-table photo also reminds me of “Bartender” song by Lady Antebellum. Sometimes a shot (or a double-shot of Crown) is just what the doctor ordered (just saying…):