1 January 2016

Published December 30, 2015 by rochellewisoff

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The next photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Once more I’m taking the liberty of doing a rerun. Some of you may remember this photo and already have a story to go with it. Feel free to replay your story as well and enjoy the New Year. 

Copyright Jean L. Hays

Copyright Jean L. Hays

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 98


            With her crimson hair and freckles she could’ve been my own reflection. Although we’d never met, I knew she was my birth mother.

            “Didn’t you want me?”

            “With all my heart.”

            Sunlight streaming through the café windows glinted off her tears. “Mother said I couldn’t care for a baby…said I’d hurt you. She never even let me hold you.”

            I wrapped my arms around her waist.

            “Hold me now…Mama.”

            Her fingers caressed my forehead, then moved as lightly as moth wings down my nose and over my lips. Her sightless eyes glistened. “It’s good to finally see you.”

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80 comments on “1 January 2016

  • Dear Rochelle,
    I come to think of my own mother, who is dead since over thirty years and whom I recently dreamt of. In my dream I clung to her and woke up crying. When I read your story I hoped that it wasn´t a dream aswell.
    Best wishes


    • Dear Patrick,

      It’s fun to repost from time to time. It also gives me a chance to look back on who was writing and commenting the first time around. Glad you liked it. And a wonderful 2016 to you, too.




  • Heartwarming and well done, as usual. It shows that you can see without physical vision. Your stories can always make us see visions in your mind without the physical imagery. We won’t talk about the voices. Lol.


  • Beautiful story. I don’t know if I feel more sorry for the mother being forced to give up her daughter, or the daughter for growing up without her mother, but at last they meet. Lovely last line.


  • What a lovely story. My best friend is adopted but she has absolutely no desire to know about her “birth” family which is unfortunate because right now she is undergoing tests for a lump they have found in her breast. It would be a good thing to have family history… but she said no. :-/


    • Dear Dee,

      I’m glad you caught and enjoyed my story the second time around. It’s hard to believe that I’m going into my fourth year of Friday Fictioneers. Asking Madison for the job was one of the best life decisions I ever made.

      Happy New Year and Shalom,



  • Such a touching story, Rochelle, and such lovely writing — you make it look so easy and smooth. I choked up on the last line. Funny how quickly we can be so drawn into the lives of total strangers in just a few well-conceived lines.


  • Oh, what a tender, tender story with SO much packed into a hundred words! These words tore at my heart:
    ‘Her sightless eyes glistened. “It’s good to finally see you.”’
    SO much in such few words. You’re a master/mistress of this form, Rochelle!


  • “….moved as lightly as moth wings….” Absolutely stunning line. What a beautiful beautiful story here. And the twist at the end adds to its palpable touching my heart. Wonderful!


    • Dear Yogi,

      It’s gratifying to know that this story still works after three years! Can you believe we’ve held Friday Fictioneers together that long??? Sometimes I feel a little unhinged by it all.
      Thank you for sticking around–joy buzzer, clown nose and all.




  • I think I remember this story from when you originally posted it, Rochelle. It was only my 3rd time doing Fictioneers, so the stories were all more memorable at that time. I thought about replaying my story but went for a new one. I hope you had a good New Year. Full steam ahead for 2016, eh? 🙂


    • Dear David,

      Full steam ahead indeed. I’m working hard on the next two books. One is the third in the trilogy that I refer to (at least in my head) as the Menorah Saga. The fourth book is a companion coffee table to book to go with them, replete with my character studies and portraits. And then there’s marketing.
      I hope 2016 holds good things for you and Leah.
      Much love and Shalom,


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  • This is heart-breaking and heart-warming at the same time. A mother’s love can take so many forms, can’t it? If the blind mother was blind when she was pregnant, given the times and the view on ‘handicapped people’ in the past, the blind woman’s mother might have had best intentions… or maybe not, who knows. A wonderful, feel-good ending just rounds it up beautifully.


    • Dear Gah,

      Not having fleshed out the story, I’d say the blind woman’s mother’s motives are up for grabs. It does kind of make me want to make a longer story out of it.

      At any rate, thank you for your kind words.



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  • Dear Rochelle, Sorry it’s been so long since I visited, but we’ve been busy. I love your story – it’s a tearjerker. You really should be teaching writing and getting paid for it because you are so absolutely talented! Quite lovely! Nan


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