3 MAY 2013

Published May 1, 2013 by rochellewisoff


As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints. 

Henry David Thoreau said it best.

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”



Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.


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Genre: Biography

Word Count: 99


            “Senyoreta Pepita, will you marry me?”

            “Ho sentó, estimat amic. I wish you had not waited so long. I’m engaged to another.”

            His heart’s door slammed behind her. Antoni Gaudí never again granted admittance to another woman.

            With tortured abandon, until his lonely death forty-two years later, he turned to his first love—his art.

            Colorful mosaics reflected the light in her eyes, sweeping balconies, her grace. Every glass curve and campanile sang arias to her, to nature and to God.

            Today Gaudí’s spires and clerestories graze Barcelona’s sky and the world delights in the windows to his soul.


Casa de Somnis –House of Dreams

Ho sentó, estimate amic,-I’m sorry, dear friend


Antoni Gaudi


Josefa Pepeta MoreuJosefa “Pepita” Moreu

123 comments on “3 MAY 2013

  • a great take on the prompt. loved this sentence especially.. Colorful mosaics reflected the light in her eyes, sweeping balconies, her grace. Every glass curve and campanile sang arias to her, to nature and to God.


  • I only found out about Gaudi earlier this year, so it was ironic that your story was about him. I enjoyed the same sentence that Shreyank mentioned above but as always, you take history and put a human face on it.



  • What a story Rochelle. I felt his heartbreak and obsession. It breaks a heart when there is no chance to find love in human form again. Art is such a poor substitute for the touch of a loved one.


    • Glad you liked my story, Renee. Sorry I’m so late in replying. Busy week. While history says that he dedicated his life and art to God, it seemed that some of that dedication could’ve been unrequited love. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.


  • This is really great. May I assume this is based upon actual events? If so, it seems we have an architect the equivalent of Van Gough. This building is just gorgeous. I like the picture all on it’s own, your story even more.


    • Dear E. A.
      As best as I could find in my research it’s based on actual events. I found only snippets about Gaudí’s love for Pepita. Apparently he was quite shy and waiting too long to propose. Glad you liked my story.


    • Dear Claudia,
      For some reason bio was my instant thought when I saw the picture. I wanted to know more about the architect. A fascinating man. Thank you for your kind comments.


  • wow this biography is so intriguing. and you told it so beautifully.
    ” Colorful mosaics reflected the light in her eyes, sweeping balconies, her grace. Every glass curve and campanile sang arias to her, to nature and to God. ” —- i’m so inlove with these sentences 🙂


  • Feels like 100 years ago in Spain. Marvelous! You captured the mood and essence of the works as if you had gone there! Putting Catalan in works great … the flavor of Barcelona.


  • Your piece (which was wonderful, and so romantic) had me rushing to investigate this man. (That, in itself is high praise.) His life didn’t disappoint. Such an extraordinary talent; to be sure…! Arrr, what we do (or don’t do) in the name of love..!


      • Rochelle, I shall not be joining you (for the foreseeable future) on FF.. Thank You so much for the opportunity to join such a wonderful group of individuals; the welcome I have felt has been very much appreciated. I can’t say when or if I shall be continuing blogging on WP at this moment in time, and would like to wish you more success as you travel this road of allowing others to travel beside you…
        Blessing to you,
        Carolyn… 🙂


  • ooh I loved this, so many artistically structured sentences 🙂 and the title sounds so romantic..wonderful way to start a stressful day is to read a line like this “With tortured abandon, until his lonely death forty-two years later, he turned to his first love—his art.” gives you an appreciation for the things in your own life.


  • A sad beginning, but would Gaudi have designed such buildings if he did marry Pepita? I like your description of the building, with drawing connections to his inspirations.


  • Great take on the prompt, Rochelle–however, I suspect Josefa was lucky to have married another as Antoni was dedicated to his work (going so far as to move into his still-uncompleted-as-of-today masterpiece, Sagrada Familia).


    • Dear Scott,
      I don’t know if Gaudí ever got over Pepita’s rejection. History really doesn’t say much, at least as far as my minimal research took me. On the other hand, he accomplished so much in his lifetime. Thanks for commenting….glad you liked it.


    • Dear Christopher,
      Thank you for your kind words. Always happy to hear when my work stirs emotion. From the moment I joined Friday Fictioneers (I can’t claim founder-ship) I was hooked and my writing changed…for the better I believe. Restricting one’s self to 100 words to tell a complete story is a fascinating challenge. It taught me what words are necessary and which ones are window dressing.
      Happy you’ve joined us.


  • I certainly saw it was Gaudi, but I knew nothing about his personal life. Just maybe it was good for the world that he had to go back to the arts. I love his houses., though I only seen a few. I have only been in Barcelona for business.


    • Dear Björn,
      You’re ahead of me. At least you’ve been to Barcelona. I haven’t had the pleasure but would love to go, if for nothing else, to see Gaudí’s work in person. Actually I could find little on his personal life, but what I did find touched me.
      Thanks for dropping by with your comments.


    • Dear Jackie,
      As a writer I’ve learned that pain, past or present, is grist for the mill. At least Gaudí had the presence of mind and beauty of spirit to turn his pain into a gift to others. I have to admire that.
      Thanks for taking the time to comment in the midst of your settling in.



    • Dear Danny,
      Oddly enough, as a kid, I never had much interest in history. Maybe it’s because I have so much of my own behind me that I find it fascinating. 😉
      Thank you and Shalom,


  • A phenomenal testament to an expression of love, shifted from a woman, to buildings. We may never have known of him, had she not barricaded the door to his heart. Now we are able to enjoy the magnificent sweeps of gentle curves and unique structures for as long as they are standing. The porch balconies remind me of masques worn to a ball. Beautiful. Thank you for piquing my curiosities.


    • Dear K,
      I’m glad to have piqued an interest for you. Many good things about the man on the internet. Images of his work make me want to see more in person.
      Thank you for your wonderful comments.


  • Rochelle, I’ve only been here six weeks but I’m pretty sure that this story is one of the finest pieces of flash fiction that I will ever read. You know which line I absolutely adore so I won’t cut and paste it again. Thank you so much sharing this with us.


  • I have a feeling our talented sprite Rochelle enjoys research as much as writing. What can I say that hasn’t already been said? Just brilliant. Makes me ponder and wonder how many composers Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, etc., suffered “unrequited love” while setting their masterpieces to music. Would take a little research. Go for it Rockstar !!!


    • Right you are, Lora! I love research. It’s part of my continuing education. Too bad I wasn’t more interested in history as a kid. As I mentioned in another comment earlier, perhaps it’s because I have so much history behind me now that I find it fascinating.
      Thanks for commenting.


  • Thank you for showing us that just a little bit of fiction can turn a history lesson into a work of art in its own right. I’ve made note of this technique as an avenue to explore in my own writing in the near future.


    • Dear Michelle,
      Always happy to share. This piece was something different for me, too. Heretofore I’ve not written a straight biography piece. (with a little supposition thrown in for spice ;))
      Glad you liked my first attempt.


  • Dear Nurse Flo,
    Looks like both our stories dabbled in romance this week. I guess it’s a good thing your couple didn’t get married or Richard & Gladys would’ve had to go Motel 6 (where they leave the light on – not a pretty visual image).
    – Gillespie


  • Your story is rich in so many ways, in the language, the characters, the sadness. It makes me look at the photo much differently now.


    • HI Anika,
      you should be be able to copy your story URL or address from across the top of the page…white line by highlighting then click CTRL C then go to the link and go to the first box, then click CTRL V that should paste your link in…then follow the directions. Let me know if this helps.


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