The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. What story does it tell you? Share it in one hundred words or less.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 99
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On fragrant spring afternoons, on the mossy stone patio in Arlene’s backyard, we shared sandwiches, secrets and giggles as only little girls can. In summer we waded in the creek that ran behind her house and tried to catch tadpoles that tickled our bare toes.
When we entered junior high, Arlene withdrew and when I tried to talk to her about it, she turned away as if I no longer existed. I never knew why or whether I had done something dreadful to offend her.
The questions, answered by silence, scarred my heart. Fifty years later, the ache remains.
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“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” –E. E. Cummings
There’s no time like the present to get over the past and get on with the future.
how do you manage to weave such beautiful prose, ‘tadpoles that tickled our bare toes’ “scarred my heart’. and of course the memories never leave us, great post
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great news about you forthcoming books, congrats
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Dear IB,
In this case, all I had to do was remember the tadpoles. 😉
Thank you for such a lovely comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very realistic fiction. And I agree with I.B., beautiful prose.
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Dear Adam,
They say write what you know. I followed that directive this week.
Thank you. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That ache is so sad.. The friends we loose.. and what really happened. My head is full of speculation of the why?..
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And congratulations for the good news 🙂
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Dear Björn,
I didn’t know why until a couple of years ago and things now make sense. Understanding brought resolution although the ache will always remain to some degree. Life is grist for the mill. 🙂
Thank you, as always, for being faithful with your comments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Good story as always, Rochelle. I’m glad, as you said, you finally found out what the problem had been. Things happen in other’s lives we’re not responsible for and can’t help. That doesn’t keep it from hurting though. Congratulations again on your book being published. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Dear Suzanne,
Alas, when you’re twelve years old, it’s hard to see the bigger picture and, at that time, there was no one to show it to me. I feel fortunate in learning the truth, even after so many years. It was never me. Knowing that lessens the hurt tremendously.
Thank you for the congrats. Now the work begins.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle – even before I saw the word ‘realistic’ I knew this was written from experience. The griefs of childhood are so harsh, but as you say, they are also grist to the mill. We are lucky to be writers – how on earth do other people cope?
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Dear Liz,
Some years ago a friend of mine was dealing with abuse issues. I suggested to her that she write a story about a girl who gets back at her perpetrators in violent ways. She wasn’t particularly a writer. When she ran my idea by her therapist he told her it was a great idea.
Thank you for your comments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Your vignette is so sentimental and sweet. I too love moss.
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Thank you, J Hardy. Nice of you to say so.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A beautiful story that is sadly true for many… You’ve made me want to contact some old school buddies of mine and apologise for losing touch over the years.
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And congratulations! That is very good news 🙂
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Dear Jessie,
Through the miracle of the internet I’ve been back in contact with quite a few of my school chums and that’s how this issue has been resolved.
Thank you for your kind comments and the congrats.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I think many can relate to the picture you paint with words. The hurt, the memories… it never goes away completely. Beautifully done, and congrats on your book.
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Dear GAH,
I’ve no doubt that I’m not the only one who’s experienced this kind of hurt. Even though resolved it tends to color every relationship with a certain amount of mistrust.
Thank you for the comments and congrats.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I really like the way you write.
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Thank you, Mick. I like the way you comment. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Loved the story.. and Congratulations on the good news!!
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Thank you on both counts, Latasun. It’s been Happy Land here. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The photo sets the mood for the mystery of an abandoned friendship. Poignant!
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Dear Ansumani,
It sets the stage more than I can say.
Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hi Rochelle – this is heartbreaking stuff, and so well written. The sensory phrases are what make it for me – the fragrant spring, the tickled toes, the remaining ache – well done.
I get a sense of some external drama rather than fault of the narrator that caused one friend to withdraw, but that might just be me projecting.
Cheers
KT
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Dear KT,
You are spot on in your assessment, although it wasn’t until a couple of years ago I found this out. The friend who withdrew had major things going on in her life that no child should ever experience. This has brought so much relief and resolution to me. Of course the ache does remain and colors the way I approach relationships. Live and learn.
Thank you for your compliments to my writing as well. Naturally I love those.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That’s very sad. Something had gone badly wrong for Arlene. Delighted you don’t say what – it gives the story wings.
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Dear Patrick,
Thank you for your comments and giving my morning wings.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I loved your remembrance and the way you evoked the memories but I especially loved the idea of a body of water in your back yard. Imagine the fun you’ll have when it is finally finished. Good job. For Jan.
Aloha,
Doug
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Dear Doug,
At last, I’ve been able to put those memories to rest with the stroke of a key. No room for poles in the water, only fins and kick boards.
Thank you for paddling by.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Lovely post, Rochelle. And congratulations!
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Thank you to both comments, Patti.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’m only commenting, not read yet because WOW what a picture. Off to dream something up…
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Hi Helena,
Glad you like the photo…hope you’ll swing back by for a read. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Of course but I plan on writing my own and I didn’t want to read yours first. Would you believe I’m going historical like you usually do?
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Very cool. Can’t wait to read it. And looking forward to my personalized package. 😉
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A wonderful piece, Rochelle. I also remember those tadpoles tickling my toes. Loved the Cummings quote. 🙂
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Dear Sylvia,
As I was writing this, a precious friend read that quote. How true it is and seemed the perfect epilogue.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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They say time heals all wounds. I wonder if that’s true!
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Dear Santoshwriter,
Time may heal the wound, but the scars remain.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Congratulations on good news and another well delivered story.
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Dear Loré,
Thank you to both.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Unfortunately, many of us have experienced just such a thing and you’re right, the scars last. It’s the not knowing that hurts, I think. If there’s a reason, even one we don’t think is correct, it might be easier. Your small descriptions made it so real.
janet
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Dear Janet,
I’m fortunate that I did finally have closure a couple of years ago. But the hurt remains, but now, knowing the truth, I hurt for Arlene as much as for myself.
Thank you for such a nice comment (and clandestine comma-ments).
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh I know just how your main character felt. Childhood is studded with incidents that you couldn’t understand at the time, and so they became internalised. If only we could revisit all the old hurts and slights to see them in their true perspective. Great story Rochelle, beautifully told.
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Dear Sandra,
I don’t believe we outgrow those childhood incidents. I hope I never gave my children the impression that they would. I am fortunate in that I found out the true nature of that separation.
Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle,
Sad, isn’t it, how universal this gulf seems to be? Lovely story, and I’m happy reading from the comments that yours has been bridged. Huge congrats on the acquisitions 😀
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Dear Kimberly,
No one gets out of this life unscathed. Emotional bumps and bruises are part of the deal, I think. I am lucky to have finally had the issue resolved. It’s still a painful memory but not nearly as much.
Thanks for the congrats. I’m pretty jazzed. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’d love to know how your mind made the jump from the picture to this — but as always, the writing was sweet — bittersweet and lonely this time. I felt that longing sadness. Sometimes we just never know why we grow apart.
BTW the can of worms has been opened. Mu HA HA
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Dear Helena,
The jump from the prompt to this story was a short one for me. If you’d seen my friend’s patio, you’d understand. In fact, I shared this story with a mutual friend who agreed, it reminded her of that patio as well. Yep. The story’s true. Fortunately through the same mutual friend I’ve come to understand what happened. It was never about me, but the scars do remain and tend to color how I approach relationships. But that’s another story, isn’t it?
Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Jr high is such a nasty time. It’s too bad you couldn’t understand the circumstances
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Dear Larry,
Better late than never. I found out a couple of years ago what happened and that it was never about me.
If I had it to do over again, I would skip junior high hell.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I only went specifically to jr high school for two weeks in seventh grade but that age range stinks anyway in general
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A heart wrenching story … how often we turn away from our friends when life becomes too difficult to face. Thanks for sharing this.
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Warm congratulations on your wonderful good news!
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Dear Georgia,
You nailed it. That’s exactly what happened, unbeknownst to me, At least I know that now.
Thank you for comments and congrats.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle .. have yourself a great weekend! Ciao, Georgia
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Lovely piece of writing Rochelle. It made me think of a friend I have had since 6th grade and several years ago something similar to this happened and it is very painful. I look forward to reading your books when they are out Rochelle. Congratulations!!
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Dear Joy,
The severing of a relationship is painful, no matter what your age.
Thank you for the congrats and comments. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great news on the book deal! Much deserved.
Your fiction this week is so clearly from the heart, and reads all the more vividly because of that. It’s so hard to see a person’s life and perspective; our heartbreak is always our own.
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Dear Jenn,
Until recent years this was a total mystery to me. The heartbreak is less because I know the story behind it but there’s still pain but resolution makes it easier to bear.
Thank you for the comments and kudos. Always appreciated.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, would you by any chance have the code from InLinkz to put a button on our story?
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Dear Joy,
That’s one of those things I can’t do for you. The only thing I know for you to do is to click the link below the blue froggy and go from there. Sorry.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
First, congratulations on the book deal. Great stuff, and I can’t wait to get a copy of the bound volume in my hot little paws (signed by the author, of course).
And you continue to crank out lovely little gems for Friday Fictioneers too. This week’s is wonderful. The ending works beautifully. It isn’t easy to write about pain–especially a pain that we have known personally. I’m so glad you have been able to find paths to healing through your art. That’s part of why all of us do what we do.
All my best,
Marie Gail
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Dear Marie Gail,
I promise you’ll be one of the first. Of course signed. 😉
Thank you for your kind words, friendship and continued support.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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“…answered by silence”…such a gripping phrase! As a therapist, I’ve worked with numerous adults who withdrew from their support systems due to a crisis such as abuse or alcoholism. The silence was probably more about her than you, yet we tend to answer silence with self-blame. Again, CONGRATS on the book deal…you are so very talented!
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Dear Chris,
I had no idea you’d been a therapist. As it turns out the silence was about her and not me. However, when you’re twelve and the silence is sudden, it’s hard to put it into perspective. I blamed myself for over forty years and have happily been set straight.
Thank you for the comment and the congrats.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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When facebook drew us all together I was reacquainted with several childhood friends. Once we all gathered together around a large kitchen table and pots of coffee. We astounded each other with stories we never realized and assumptions that were way off base. 30+ years later, it was quite eye opening but like you say, the scars remain.
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Dear Dawn,
Four years ago I was part of the planning committee for our forty year class reunion. (That long? 😯
I’d never really been friends with most of the others, but like you and your friends, Facebook brought us together. It’s amazing what growing up can do, isn’t it? We all became good friends, sharing our adolescent experiences. I don’t remember when I’ve had more fun.
Healing is possible but scars do remain.
Thank you for such a great comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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When we’re kids, we always think it was something that “we did”.
It’s only when we grow up that we get a more mature perspective and realize that most times it has nothing at all to do with us and everything to do with what has happened to the other person.
But the hurt and rejection takes a while to leave us.
Ray the Pizza Man Mazie
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Dear Pizza Man,
This is one incident that took forty years to realize it was never had anything to do with me.
Unfortunately, this event still effects my relationships. Trust issues? C’est moi? Oui…me.
Thank you for coming by. No pepperoni on mine, please.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle this was a lovely story of remembrance and very evocatively phrased. Congratulations on your books being published. That’s fantastic news.
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Dear Subroto,
Thank you for your kind words on my story and your congrats on my news. It took days for my head to come out of the clouds. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Lovely, sad and wistful all at once. Beautiful.
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And…just read your GREAT news! Congratulations – Mazel tov! 👍👏👍👏👍👏
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Dear Erin,
A heartfelt thank you on both counts.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle,
to start out with the good news, congratulations on the books being published! I am so happy for you. Let us all know when they come out.
Back to the 100 words, this is such a inexplicable, heart-wrenching thing that it rings immediately true. The world is such a messy, broken place sometimes, without the neat wrapped up endings of fiction. Unfortunately.
Have a great week,
David
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Dear David,
Thank you for the congratulations. Needless to say, I was about to turn cartwheels when I opened my email last Friday. However I think it would’ve been dangerous to do them in the bakery.
As for my story, the only fiction in it is the name of the friend who pulled away. Those early adolescent years are tough. Do any of us come away from life unscathed?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle,
Congrats on the publishing deal! 🙂
Great story this week – touching depiction of the loss of childhood. I think it happens a lot – this growing apart – sometimes in big ways, sometimes in small, as the world breaks through the bliss of childhood. I’m glad you found some resolution.
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Dear Lisa,
Resolution has certainly made the pain more tolerable. Adolescence is such a tumultuous time as we try to make sense of who we are as human beings.
Thank you for your comments on my story and congrats on my book. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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i guess it happens in any relationship. it would have been nice if there’s a closure, though.
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Dear Plaridel,
I’m grateful to have a friend who knew the other side of the story and let me know. That did, indeed, bring closure.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Your descriptive words bring sight, smell and touch to a head. I hear running water, feel the damp coolness of the moss underfoot and hear the love in the giggles of the girls. Lovely.
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Dear Alicia,
Your comments bring a smile to these lips.
Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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So sad and so beautifully written. I really felt for her, and worry a little about Arlene and what could have happened. It sounds like an idyllic childhood up to that point.
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Dear Ali,
I happen to know at this stage of my life what happened to Arlene and there was much cause for worry. I only wish she could’ve told me. As for childhood…there were certainly idyllic moments. 😉
Thank you for your lovely comments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Sadly, I had a friend like this, only it was a case of she went to Africa with her parents to teach for a year. When she came home, she never spoke to me again. At the time (before she left) she was the only friend I had in the world. Even now, I find it hard to make friends and never want to get close to anyone.
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Dear Novellajunker,
My heart goes out to you. I do know how that feels. My experience with Arlene, even though I know the circumstances that I didn’t know then, it effects every relationship since I hope you find healing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great prompt, and beautiful flash! This is my first time here, so I’m not sure if we’re supposed to link our stories, or not link our stories… but I’ll throw in a link just in case?
Thank you again for the beautiful prompt!
http://raymondcmorris.com/2015/03/19/a-lasting-love-of-baked-goods-friday-fictioneers/
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Dear Raymond,
Welcome aboard! As far as linking is concerned, you only need to put your link on the list, which you did. Putting it here, too, is okay but not necessary.
The credit for the photo goes to Rachel Bjerke and I thank you for the nice comment on my story.
I look forward to seeing you again.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh! Yeah, it was my first time using the list-thing, sorry for being redundant, lol. I can’t wait to see more of your prompts!
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Hi, Rochelle, new laptop and I can get in! WooHoo!
Starfire
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Dear Rochelle,
I have a granddaughter of twelve and seeing her as she is now, reminds me of how it was being that age myself. One side of her is twelve-going-on-eighteen and the other side still a little girl. There’s the rush of hormones, there’s the gregariousness one minute and the withdrawal to solitude the other. There’s the longing to grow up versus the fear of doing so.
I don’t know what happened to your friend but, at a guess, it was probably something that robbed her of her childhood too early — loss, betrayal, abuse, illness — but whatever it was, I can imagine that you, as a loyal friend, would have felt so wounded by suddenly being cut off like this. I’m glad you got to find out a reason later, although it sounds as if it was a reason learned too late.
Your words above, portray so well your hurt and confusion at what happened.
All best wishes
Sarah
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Dear Sarah,
I’m not exactly sure why, but your comment has brought a sudden rush of emotion. Perhaps it’s because you soundly and directly hit the nail on the head and laid bare every thought and feeling I had. Arlene was definitely robbed of her childhood and, well, you said the rest so eloquently I won’t repeat it.
Thank you for your kind words and for understanding so completely.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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This happened to me too, in high school. I still don’t know why or really what went wrong but now I am friends with that particular girl on facebook and she talks to me like nothing had ever happened. I’m not 100% sure if I even want to know why anymore.
You captured the hurt of it all perfectly, Rochelle! Lovely writing. And thank you for choosing my photo 🙂
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And congratulations on your good news! Very exciting 🙂
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Dear Rachel,
I’m so sorry that happened to you. Who knows the reasons with adolescence. So often kids fall into different cliques and, for whatever reason, they no longer consider the old friend cool. It’s what I assumed for years with Arlene. I was rather relieved to find that it was never about me.
Your photo is beautiful and really does remind me of her backyard. As you can see it’s inspiring a wealth of unique stories.
Thank you for the lovely comment and the congrats. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Abilene Annie,
Your story reminds me of a poem I once wrote entitled “Drift Apart.” I had a very close friend years ago, whose dad once remarked, “If one of you took a laxative, you’d both have to go shit.” It was a pretty accurate description at the time. Thirty years later, there’s still an empty place in my heart he used to occupy.
Blessings,
Abe
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Dear Abe,
It sounds like the apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree where you and your dad are concerned. 😉 Funny how those early wounds still hurt…well not funny…but you know what I mean.
Thank you for sharing that.
Shalom,
Abilene Annie
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I have been encouraged to join the bandwagon of Friday Fictioneers by Sarah Potter. Intimidated at first, I’ve decided to put my big-girl pants on and give it a try.
Och! I should not have read yours first, though! What a story that could be from my own memory (though all happened at an older age).
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Dear Dale,
Welcome aboard! However, just in case Sarah hasn’t warned you, this is highly addictive. I started three years ago when Madison Woods was the facilitator and I just have to have my weekly FF fix.
Seriously, it’s a great way to fine tune your writing for larger pieces.
It seems that many of us have similar memories. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochell,
Oh no!!! First she got me hooked on haiku, then she suggested tanka and now this! She will surely make a writer out of me, if this continues!
Writer-in-training,
Dale
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Sometimes shame doesn’t allow even our closest friends to face us anymore. I hope she was able to overcome whatever trauma, real or imagined, and grow into an open, happy and fulfilled adult. So sorry that weighed on your heart, so heavily and so long.
Your book news is certainly happy! Now the work of editing begins?? It will be a labor of love, I’m sure 😀
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Dear Jan,
Today I know the why and the reasons. They were quite real unfortunately but she has grown into a strong woman.
A lot of work ahead on the book, although the publisher said it needs little editing. 😀
Currently you can catch the character studies my agent suggested to arouse interest.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Such a sad tale and beautiful tale at the same time.
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Dear Norma,
Thank you for such sweet comments
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rachelle!!!
Congratulations on the book deal. May your book sales thrive.
Nice story, it’s always hard to lose a friend.
Blessings,
Phyllis
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Dear Phyllis,
From your mouth to God’s ears. Thank you for coming by with well wishes and nice comments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The ache of lost friendships is one that never leaves you. Great story!
And congratulations on your book deal. 🙂
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Dear Fairymind,
Truer words were never spoken. Thank you for the comments and congrats. Both make me smile. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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So sad how friendships often end like this, breaks your heart like no man can. Loved it!
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Dear Dennisse,
I hadn’t thought of that, but your absolutely right.
Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A sad tale, beautiful images.
I read somewhere that many young animals (humans included) have incredible memories because they don’t yet have good judgement, so they store the information wholesale to refer to later. It certainly explains why vivid childhood experiences can jump right back into our heads, with all the attached emotions like hurt and confusion still there.
A lovely story full of many truths and with a real linger-factor.
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For some things, there are no explanations. Best to leave it as is. It was a hard lesson for me to learn. I always want to know why.
Congrats on your books! So exciting.
Lily
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I’ve been tickled by tadpoles! It’s such a lovely detail.
Congratulations on the books 🙂
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you on both counts.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Although this has already been mentioned, your prose is wonderful!
It is a shame when this happens, especially if the cause is unknown.
Also, a massive congratulations on your brilliant news!
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Dear Francesca,
It’s always nice to know that other writers enjoy my writing. A friend of mine made the comment one day, “People fall off of people.” I’m fortunate in finally knowing the reason why in this case.
Thank you for the congrats and for generously sharing the link on your blog.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Those little hurts can be hard to take.
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Dear Alice,
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ahh .. what comes to mind is my approach at looking at things. There are friends for a reason, a season and a lifetime. It was time to move along and grow emotionally and spiritually.
The image this week, for me, has created another intense story. I suppose I’m in that zone presently.
Have a wonderful weekend, Rochelle.
Isadora
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Dear Isadora,
It was a friendship for a season, although at the time I thought it would be one for a lifetime.
Your story is an intense one. 😉
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on mine.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Your very welcome, Rochelle. I’m grateful I found your blog. I’ve been learning a great deal and do enjoy the challenges. Thank you for hosting.
Have a Happy Weekend …!!!
Adios,
Isadora
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Your writing makes AnElephant smile.
Your story brings a tear to his eye.
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Dear Elephant,
And your comments bring a smile to my lips.
Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Lovely writing Rochelle (weird how we both feature sandwiches, but I didn’t read yours until just now, and I’d written mine). And fantastic news about getting your books published. I’m so delighted for you!
Claire
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Dear Claire,
Since the only similarity in our stories is the sandwich reference, I hardly would think you copied anything. 😉
Thank you for your lovely comments and sharing my excitement.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I too want to ask you dear Rochelle, how do you weave such beautiful tales? This type of friendship always haunts. Loved it.
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Dear Indira,
I’m not sure how to answer that. Sometimes the words just come, other times I ask for help and, still other times, I have just keep plugging. I hope that made sense.
Thank you for your beautiful comments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Everything works wonderfully for you dear.
Shalom.
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“… sandwiches, secrets and giggles …” Fabulous use of language. It took me right back to a hedgerow running alongside a field of corn. Sad tale, it often happens, too. Life poisons innocence. 🙂
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Dear Ann,
Life poisons innocence. That’s the perfect description of what actually happened. Thank you for your lovely comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A great example of how secrets that lie buried in the past can affect our present and future and not just us but those in our sphere of influence.
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Dear Joseph,
I’m sure that you as a pastor know the truth of that. Those past wounds color relationships and how we approach life in general to the third and fourth generation.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A poignant story that is obviously resonating with many readers – the delightful images of tadpoles and sandwiches as well as the heartache. So sad. Congratulations on the publication news.
Cheers
Margaret
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Dear Margaret ,
It does seem to be striking a few chords with people, doesn’t it? I think most of us have been there at one time or another.
Thanks for the comments and the congrats.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Children can be so fickle. Nicely written Rochelle, you painted the picture perfectly!
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Thank you for such a nice comment, Weltchy. Much appreciated.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh the things we carry with us. I’m working on making peace with those memories… letting them exist without haunting. Lovely story of youth and longing, Rochelle. And of course, such very good news! xox
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Dear Dawn,
For me those conditioned responses and memories keep popping up their heads like nasty little moles. I whack ’em and whack ’em and the still come back to bite me.
Thank you for commenting, complimenting and congratulating. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hmm, well, a thought: rather than whacking them, show them some love, and then tuck them into bed. You may catch more bees with honey, so to speak. Shalom!
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Interesting how isolation from those we care about played into a few of this week’s stories. I suppose the picture really does give a kind of sense of quiet loneliness doesn’t it? Or perhaps it tells of something much nicer made into ruins by time. Either way, a very reflective choice for the picture and very touchingly true story.
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Dear Michael,
Actually, for me it wasn’t the feeling of isolation in the photo. My childhood friend had a patio at the end of her back yard that looked a lot like Rachel’s patio in the picture. My mind just went there.
I really enjoyed your story.
Thank you for reading and commenting on mine. Glad you liked.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle, Once again you have impressed me with your talent! I had a feeling that something had happened to your friend and that was what ended your friendship. I have seen this happen before and know the longing of innocence that can never come back. Very well written and tadpoles do tickle your feet! Nan
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Dear Nan,
I wish I’d known then what I know now but, then again, I don’t know that it would have changed anything. It still felt like abandonment.
Thank you for your comments and compliments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Congratulations on the GoodNews!!
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Thank you, JK. 😀
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Your first paragraph reads like a poem, Rochelle. I actually hated junior high.
I’m so happy to read about the publication of your books! So much hard work. Congratulations.
Ellespeth
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Dear Ellespeth,
Junior high was a nightmare. If I could be that young again I think I’d find a way to avoid it. We’re already going through so many changes physically with hormones and body changes. I don’t know who decided that JH was a good idea. It’s a jarring transition from childhood.
Okay…so much for that soapbox. I’m pleased you liked my story. And thank you for the congrats. It’s been a labor of love thus far. I know there’s more work ahead.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Early friendships (and even later ones) can end without at least one person knowing the reason why. For that person there is the constant feeling of loss and wondering why it ended and depending on how deep a relationship it was depends on how deep the hurt will run. I wonder what had happened to Arlene to cause this rift. You wrote this with such beautiful language and in a way that it would resonate I think with all your readers. I am sure that everyone has lost a friend along the way and wondered why.
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Dear Irene,
Arlene was a first for me, but there have been other inexplicably lost friendships since. Each time I’ve been left with the feeling that I did something wrong. I have found out, in recent years, the story behind Arlene’s withdrawal and that’s brought some closure.
No one comes through life unscathed, do they?
Thank you for your kind words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
No, no-one escapes unscathed. It is these early life incidents that teach us resilience and allow us to bounce back and survive whatever life throws at us.
Cheers Irene
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