8 August 2020

Published August 5, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast


Today I’m on my way to North Carolina with a supply of masks to visit my one and only brother. So once more, a SUMMER RERUNIf you wrote a story for this prompt from 10 April 2015, feel free to rerun yours. Thank you for understanding. 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


My dearest Zhilan,

            This night my thoughts turn toward home and you. I cherish the times we invited the moon to join us as we shared rice wine. Remember how we dreamed I would find Gold Mountain?

            Now my journey is hard and my days are filled with the pickaxe and train tracks. Never will I see you again, my fragrant orchid, nor our precious son…


            “Fever musta took him.” Levi knelt beside the body and pried a piece of crumpled paper from its stiff hand. “Whatcha make a this?”

            Orville squinted and shrugged. “Jest some ignorant Chinee scribbles.”



85 comments on “8 August 2020

  • A lovely story based on the tragedies of the Chinese working on the U.S. railroads. There must have been many deaths among the railroad workers. One of my great aunts was married to a railroad worker. She and her three children were living with her parents since he was out in the west. She received word one day that he had died. She never remarried. Good writing, Rochelle. —- Suzanne

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  • Oh, Rochelle! That was powerful and beautiful. The letter was poetic and the ending heartbreaking. I’m glad you reran it since I wasn’t around for the original run. Even if I were, it’d be worth a reread.

    Have a good, safe trip.

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  • Well done, Rochelle.
    Well, it’s new to me. 🙂 And while gripping and sad, this story shines a light into the darker side of humanity and history. There are others.

    Told well, no matter when you first wrote it.



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    • Dear Bill,

      The beauty of doing a challenge that’s lasted over 8 years, is a fresh audience periodically. Of course there are a few still participating who were with FF before I assumed the driver’s seat. 😉 Thank you for your wonderful comment. Happy to repost one of my favorites.



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    • Na’ama Y’karah,

      It is a sad chapter of American history. Thank you for your kind words re my story.

      As I reply, I have a fur baby sharing my chair. He’s become a permanent fixture with me on this particular chair. My leg warmer. My brother says we have to go to the beach again Monday. If must, I must. 😉

      Shalom and hugs back atcha,


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  • Wonderful Rochelle. We owe a lot of our nation’s prosperity to the cheap labor that built our railroad system. It wouldn’t have been possible without the Chinese immigrants who built the lines for pennies.

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  • My comment from 2015 still stands – “From descriptively romantic through sad to the tragic ending. Just another immigrant worker dead and forgotten about. Beautifully written.”

    On that post I also commented that your debut novel sounded like it was coming along well – how far your journey has progressed on that front in just a few years 🙂

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    • Dear Ali,

      Thank you for repeating such a lovely comment, 😀 It is kind of amazing to look back on the last five years and see how different my life is. At this time 5 years ago, I still had a few months to go before retiring from my day job. Can’t say I miss that. Thank you again.



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  • Querida Rochelle,
    The story reads as fresh as the first time it was written. The sign of a great writer.
    You done good my dear, and why not?
    I’ve edited my original story from this prompt. It shocked me to see it was from April, 2015.
    El tiempo pasa tan rapido. Que las pases bien con su familia. Espero que las playas esten abierta para que pueda nadar. Siempre es bueno pasar tiempo con nos queridos.
    Abrazos y Carino,
    Isadora 😎😍🤗

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    • Dear CE,

      Nothing to forgive with a lovely comment like that. I’m a little tardy on the replies as well since I’m also out of town. Hope you’ve had a good visit in your homeland.




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