Photo prompt: by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields
There is only now. No next, no then; but I know, there once was more.
Without conscious effort I always find myself here; by these stairs
Like I’m on repeat; returning full circle
It means something to me, this place; I can’t remember.
My skin crawls; I shiver. Apprehension holds me close.
Like I’m drowning in fear; suffocating.
Many people pass by; nobody approaches me; speaks.
I don’t think they see me. Can you, my darling?
Like I’m not even here; invisible, missing; an empty space.
Where are you, my heart. Where am I? WHO am I?
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100 word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Really feel the intense emotions here!
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Close the throat anxious… Really felt this one, Trish!
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Thanks, writing friends, for taking time to comment 🙂
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So many questions, so many hypotheses… so much left to the reader’s imagination. Which is great!
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Liked the way you created the atmosphere. Is the narrator a ghost? Nicely thought provoking.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Dear Trish,
A lot of emotions. Could be those of a person feeling lonely and ostracized. Or is it a ghost as some have suggested? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Perhaps someone in a coma, terrifying
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This is my definition of ghosted. Tense story!
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😀
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A lot of deep thinking going on, and not many definite answers. That, as they say, is life! Good writing Trish.
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Thank you!
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Mysterious and poignant. My guess is the narrator’s become a ghost. But the confusion and invisibility could be due to so many other things
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Mmm, but was I being subtle. Or is it just a ghost! Thanks Neil!
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