9 November 2012

Published November 7, 2012 by rochellewisoff

A Friday Fictioneers’ Welcome to 


Born 4 November 2012

to our own Elmowrites -Jen 



Now to the business at hand. If this is your first go at Friday Fictioneers, here’s how it works:

Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.


  • Depending on your preference, leave your blog link  in the comment section or use the linkz tool (or both ;)). My story follows for those who’d rather not read it before writing their own.
  • Please make sure your link works. There were a couple last week that didn’t. If you find that you’ve made an error you can delete by clicking the little red ‘x’ that should appear under your icon. Then re-enter your URL. 
  • If your blog requires multiple steps for visitors to leave comments, see if you can simplify it. If you can disable CAPTCHA –that wavy line of unreadable letters and numbers– please for the sake of our writerly nerves, disable it. It’s frustrating to have to leave a DNA sample, your blood type and your shoe size  just to make a comment. (So I exaggerate. But hopefully you get the picture).
  • Challenge yourself to keep stories to 100 words. (There’s no penalty for going over or under).

    Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


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          In Rowena’s thirty-eighth year the flashbacks started.  One by one, memories from her childhood surfaced like debris in a whirlpool. Among them were the uncle who molested her and the neighbor who raped her then threatened her with worse if she told. Both happened before her twelfth birthday. 

            To punish her body for its betrayal, she starved it. Reduced to bone and thinning skin, her defense against pain became her prison.

            “What are you feeling?” asked her therapist.


            “Does it help?” He pointed to her scarred arms.


            “Do you really want to die, Rowena?”

            “I’m already there.”


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66 comments on “9 November 2012

  • Ice Queen – an apt title of your story.
    This is very sobering and heartfelt.
    I like the song too. Nice guitar.

    For reasons entirely unrelated, I like the title of your post too.
    Happens to be my birthday. 😉


  • Oh my, I can identify in my own way. In the midst of my own childhood trauma my grandmother, peevish that I would not respond warmly to her affection, referred to me as a “cold fish.” If that’s what it takes to survive!

    Well done!


  • I didn’t hit the “like” because it’s so hard to say you like reading about the feelings of someone suffering so so much. You did a great job capturing it, especially in those last few senescence, terse and to the point.

    “What are you feeling?”
    “Does it help?” He pointed to her scarred arms.
    “Do you really want to die, Rowena?”
    “I’m already there.”

    She not only starves herself but cuts herself. You have obviously done your homework here, too in condensing the history of girls who suffer like this.



  • Well, that was a cheery one, Rochelle. So sad, but so true everywhere on this earth it seems. I could only imagine that pain. Interesting photo… I struggled for a bit. I’ll be back Friday.


  • A very powerful and poignant story, Rochelle. And I love the photograph. I didn’t even notice your title before I titled mine “Ice Princess.” 🙂 Titles are similar, but stories are different!


  • Very sad, and I’m sure very true in many a case where one punishes themselves for the hurts and pain inflicted on them by others, particularly those one has known well, or a family member. You show well the pain she suffered with vivid images. Did you ever get the last comments I left from your last two or three stories? I was late reading them and commenting on them after my trip, but got into them and read them, then left comments, but they were good ones too. I will see if I have time to get one ready for this one.


  • Rochelle – it saddened me to read that this story comes from your own painful experience. But thankfully, you found the strength and resolve to overcome it. And bouquets to the people in your life who loved, cared and supported you through it. Lora


  • So terribly sad, Rochelle. It’s a very powerful piece and will give strength to those who read it. I’m sorry it’s not entirely fiction, but then so much of what we write isn’t. You captured the pain well here.


  • Terrifying! I can hear her flat, emotionless voice as she says that last line. (And now that I’ve read the earlier comments and your replies, Rochelle, I’m so sorry, and so glad things are better for you now!)


  • More brutal realism from the Mistress of Flash Fiction. I can’t say I liked it, but that’s not the point is it? It’s a slice of an unpleasant life laid bare for us to see. Brave writing, and carried off well.


  • Dear Rochelle,

    I’m sorry for the time you spent there and i’m glad you’re back now. There are no words that can assuage the pain that must remain, closeted, compartmentalized, shut away until a picture, a careless word, a thoughtless act brings it flooding back to the surface.

    I can only say the world is a richer, better place for your presence in the here and now. Thanks for enduring and using the pain as a mirror to illuminate the darkness. Keep writing. (And drawing:) You bring light to the world.



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    • Dear Doug,
      You are one perceptive individual. The residual pain has lessened over the years. But as one of my therapists pointed out..I had the opportunity to face the past and move on with the future. He said if I didn’t face it I could end up in my 90’s never understanding why I reacted to things the way I did, ie, the starving, the cutting, rage and other forms of self abuse, etc etc. At the time I took little comfort in his “encouragement”.. I really thought I’d die in the process…and wanted to.
      There. I said more than I intended but I’m leaving it in case someone else finds themselves in a similar predicament.
      Thanks for your sensitive comments.


  • A devastating story, and I am glad I read through the comments to see that even in cases like this there is a way out into the light. Very strong. Thank you for the picture and see all the ideas it could give.


  • Rochelle,
    Having the courage to face your past shows your inner strength. To be able to not only face it but turn it around is remarkable. These 100 words are not fiction alone they are a piece of your life. To allow others to glimpse at it in the hope that you can bring light to others shows how far away you have moved from the pain. While the pain of such things never truly goes away being a survivor and knowing you have moved forward gives me great joy and hope for others who have gone through similar things. I hope light continues to rain down on you. I am in awe of your courage.



    • Hi Perry,
      I was told by more than one professional that mid to late thirties is a common age for buried memories to surface. Before the flashbacks Rowena had a violent temper, a passive aggressive nature and self destructive tendencies but didn’t know why. .


  • Your story communicated the pain that Rowena suffers. Sorry you had to endure the pain but thankful that you are free enough of it to write it. Insightful inclusion that she felt her body had betrayed her.


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