8 March 2024

Published March 6, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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With my novel LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE coming out soon (sorry no date) and my total lack of inspiration this morning, I’m posting an edited snippet. Irma is based on an actual person whose name I don’t recall so her identity is safe with me. 😉

Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

NEW BEGINNINGS

Elise lay on her bed, exhausted from her first twenty-four hours on EDU.

Trying to shrug off the shame of letting down one of her closest friends, she drank in the delicious scent of the blooms on the nightstand. “Nothing says spring like daffodils.”

It was sweet of her coworkers to send them up. She reread the card that said, “Fight the good fight. We love you.”

            “Make sure you never set them where Irma can see ‘em,” said Elise’s roommate. “She goes bonkers around flowers.”

            “Why?”

            “I’ll let her tell it. We’re supposed to concentrate on our own stories.”

*Note EDU stands for “Eating Disorder Unit.”

A nod to my friend and fellow author Kathleen M. Rodgers who shares my love of daffodils and understands Elise better than most.

71 comments on “8 March 2024

  • Dear Rochelle,

    I’m one of the rare ones who doesn’t adore daffodils. Though I do appreciate that they are shouting “spring is here!”

    Perfect snippet to choose for this prompt.

    Shalom and lotsa Irma-less love,

    Dale

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    • Dear Dale,

      I guess I can forgive you for not loving daffodils. 😉 As for Irma…she wasn’t the most likeable character in the book, was she? I might have embellished her just a tad, although the real one hated flowers for the same reasons.

      Thank you for your encouraging words.

      Shalom and lotsa fragrant hugs,

      Rochelle

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  • I look forward to the publication and release of this book. If you ever get to the East Coast, please let me know. I would love to meet you in person! And I have a son who recently relocated to San Francisco, so you just never know 🙂

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  • Spring flowers are a sign of new beginnings for so many – perhaps the coworkers hoped this was a turning point for Elise. I’m intrigued by Irma, but I’ll just have to read the book and see if I find out more!

    Jen

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  • There I was googling EDU and now I see that you’ve added a footnote, that explains it. Blind me… 🙂

    A beautiful story, and now I want to know more about Irma. I will have to buy the book… 😀 Oh, and the paintings are amazing, I too love daffodils.

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    • Dear Gabi,

      Sorry I didn’t add that footnote in at the beginning. I meant to it just slipped my teflon mind. ED used to mean eating disorder now it seems to mean something else entirely. 😉

      Thank you re my story. I hope you’ll enjoy the book. Irma is quite a character. Thank you re the artwork also.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • And, concentrating on your own story turned into this latest Novel that I am anticipating. I’m sure that as with your other novels. It will be a great example of your phenomenal writing. Of course, I get the first autographed copy. Just because…..

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  • The frustrating thing about a person’s trauma is that often it is connected with beautiful things that ordinarily bring one joy. My heart goes out to all of the Irma’s in the world. Beautiful and sensitive story, Rochelle.

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  • What a lovely muted painting of daffodils. It reminds me of how these flowers come up through the snow. Just the sight of a hint of yellow conjures up the joy of spring.

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  • Dear Anne Uumellmahaye W(T)F,

    I bet that Irma is a real Abby Normal. She’d probably gooble those daffodills like they were alfalfa dipped in chocolate, then guzzle the water from the vase.

    It’s a good thing they didn’t preserve her brain in a glass jar.

    Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr

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    • Dear Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr,

      No doubt Irma would be grateful for your diagnosis. Now you have me wondering about daffodils dipped in chocolate. Everything tastes better either coated with chocolate or breaded and fried. I’m partial to deep fried air. Chow down.

      Shalom,

      Anne Uumellmahaye W(T)F

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  • The drawings, all three of them, are very impressive, and I love this week’s frog. Even when you lack inspiration you impress. The story kind of made me sad. I’m not sure if I read it correctly, but between where it took place (and why) and my imagining Irma, it just left me sad.

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  • That was an interesting last line. I had to reflect whether that is necessarily the best way of approaching the problem. I’m still reflecting. Good one, looking forward to the book.

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