17 June 2016

Published June 15, 2016 by rochellewisoff

Summer Showcase

Summer is the time for vacations, picnics on the beach and reruns on the telly. For me it’s a time to meet a deadline in July for my third novel in my series entitled AS ONE MUST ONE CAN. Many thanks to those of you who responded to my plea for your favorite reruns. 

The disc and the dragonfly

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The following photo is the PROMPT. This week’s retread request comes from the Far Side of Arkansas and was made by Gary Larceny-Gayer If you’re one of those who wrote a story for this prompt feel free to re-post it and enjoy the respite. Remember that all photos are private property and subject to copyright. Use other than Friday Fictioneers by permission only. 

Note: Neil MacDonald passed this along to me re last week’s prompt. I found it a worthy read so I’m passing it along to whomsoever will. CLICK HERE

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 99

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            “Tell me about your childhood.” Audrey tapped her pencil against her cheek and pierced me with her eyes.

            I squirmed into a fetal position in my chair. “Bicycles, Barbies and circus clowns.”

            “Why are you starving yourself to death?”

            “I eat.” I counted the knots in the carpet.

            “Popcorn and celery. 85 pounds and dropping. What have you buried?”

            “Nothing. I remember my childhood in detail.”

            “You invented it.”

            To make her prying stop, I shut my eyes. In one heart-stopping moment, long dormant memories stirred and shattered my perfect life.

            “The first one was my uncle,” I whispered.



96 comments on “17 June 2016

  • You have to explore the past to understand the present (and future). Perhaps this is the first step on her journey to understanding. Big story here! Nice.

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  • Oddly enough, the lines that had the most cadence for me were “Why are you starving yourself to death?” “I eat”. The defensiveness of that two word response took me back years. Very well done, Rochelle, as ever.

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  • Dear Susie Sandtrap,
    Those mental health professionals have a way of digging deep, don’t they? Hopefully, they can also find the root cause of your Addiction to Purple and get you started using the other crayons in the box as well.

    Excellent post, as always
    cartoonically yours,
    Gary Larceny Gayer

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    • Dear Gary Larceny Gayer,

      Did we ever think alike on that one? Far Side has always been a favorite of mine.
      To recover from an addiction, it takes the addict being willing to taking the first step. I do not wish to recover from my purple addiction…or my coffee addiction for that matter.

      Birdies and Bogies to you,

      Susie Sandtrap


    • Dear Helene,

      I know you do feel for her and I know why. 😉 The therapist…and her name really was Audrey…was patient, affirming and validating. In fact she was very much into the Wizard of Oz and I told her once she helped this scarecrow find her brain. I think she helped the cowardly lioness find her courage as well. 😀

      Thank you.



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    • Dear James,

      I’ve been at Friday Fictioneers for four years. It’s a great exercise in brevity that has helped tremendously with larger pieces. Thank you for such a lovely comment/compliment.




  • Dear Rochelle

    How easy to hate and near-impossible to forgive, those who rob children of innocence. Such blackness of heart by the perpetrators (especially those who are in positions of trust) is so hard to comprehend. I can’t blame their victims for wanting to bury such memories, or for behaving in a self-destructive way thereafter.

    This is such a powerful piece of writing and one that I sense is deeply personal to you.

    All best wishes

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  • Rochelle, Rochelle,
    Your story broke my heart.
    I wanted to wrap my arms about that little girl and tell her over and over again that I love her.
    And I wanted to KILL that uncle.
    Of course, the eating was as minimal as possible. What possible other form of control can one have?
    A stunningly told, brutally minimalist, searingly vivid, perfectly constructed piece of writing!
    Peace and love,

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