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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The photo is a seascape. On the beach some seagulls are resting. A sailboat with a brightly colored sail is on the water. The sky is overcast.
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
THE FROZEN SEA WITHIN US
Shadow monsters chased Franz. Twisted trees and thorny brambles caught his clothes. He snapped open his eyes.
The wind howled outside, sounding like shouts of tyrants and wails of children.
“Mother! Father! Help!” He cried out. “A drink please! I’m so thirsty.”
Father loomed over him.
Instead of water or the comforting words the child longed for, Father carried him to the balcony. “Never disturb my sleep again, you little insect.” The door locked behind him.
Frigid wind whipped through the boy’s thin nightgown. For the rest of his all-too-brief life, Franz Kafka despaired of ever winning his father’s love.
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
― Franz Kafka
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 
What a heartrending story
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Dear Geeta,
All the more heartrending in the truth of it. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Terrible, but we’re the beneficiaries of his pain
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Dear Neil,
What a price he paid. I hate that we benefit from it. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I agree Rochelle
Regards
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That was fascinating, as I dived down to read more about Kafka. I knew a bit before, but nothing about his personal life (and death). Thanks for that Rochelle.
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Gut-wrenching. Thank you for the prompt, your story and the link.
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I wonder sometimes how any child makes it out of childhood unscathed. Wonderful vignette, Rochelle.
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Well, that’s a horrific story about a sailboat. :-O
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Dear James,
It’s not what you look at that matters. It’s what you sea.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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In my top 3 authors of all time, m’lady, but because of his inner torment, not always an easy read.
As your own tale here expertly reflects.
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Thanks for more history, I knew of Kafkaesque from lessons and culture use – but knew less about Franz Kafka
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Rochelle, I love the quote you used. I don’t like to say your story is encouraging, but it shows that a person can tell their story no matter what. I’m glad he had a good friend.
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Also, not sure if you are a Breaking Bad Fan – but they had an episode (S3, E9) where Jesse describes his job and the group leader observes that the situation sounds “kinda Kafkaesque,” to which Jesse replies, “Yeah. Totally Kafkaesque,” adopting the word without fully understanding its meaning.
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How many of us have frozen seas in our makeup and wishing we had an axe to break through? I would say all of us. At least the ones that think on wanting, but failing, to achieve all that we want in life. Kafka had, unfortunately. A sad life. Thanks for sharing this story & link. It causes one to think about whether we live a Kafkaesque life. I think we all do in one form or another.
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We remember so much cruelty and nothing changes. What a poor specimen of natural life must we humans be. No wonder aliens never visit.
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what a tragedy. sad story.
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A sad truth is much of the greatest art was caused by a bad childhood. Great story, Rochelle.
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What a horrendous way to grow up. People can be monsters.
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Dear Rochelle,
Too often, the great poets, comedians, actors, etc. are so because of the tragedy of their youth. Thank you for once again illuminating us on one such soul.
Lotsa soul-giving love,
Dale
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