Friday Fictioneers – Antipathy

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Photo prompt Jan Wayne Fields

Photo prompt @ Jan Wayne Fields

 

Dead inside.

Standing. Staring. Display of detritus.

Duplication of disposal dross.

Crying at this disheartening installation.

 

Feel the crowds.

Surround me. Pushing; straining.

Hear their frustration. Their excitement.

Smell their desperation.

 

Hate this moment.

Pulsating blood. Up tempo heart.

Must get away. Cannot bear it.

Clawing my own skin.

 

Jump at the touch.

Wife by my side. Beloved. Questioning.

Breathe in her concern. Breathe out my ennui.

Gently take her arm. Walk her away.

 

Another minute of my life gone.

Angst screaming to escape.

Antipathy my ‘raison d’etre’.

Anxiety my antidote.

 

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.

14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Antipathy”

    • Thanks Mike.
      Neil Mac commented on the shape of stanzas and clues in the last verse all beginning with A and I said there was no plan. I’m a simple girl.
      What I meant was really that I’m not an educated, literature major or something. I don’t know what the rules are about shape and style. Simplisticly, don’t poems rhyme? 🙂
      I have challenged my basic understanding of this in my writing. This feels interesting, or helps with the pace, or perhaps, challenges.
      In the last verse, with each sentence beginning in A, that just felt like ‘dotting the i’ ‘stamping the pad’ of just. how. hard. this. was. And aligned with his Antipathy.
      Make sense? Thanks again Mike.

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  7. I was memsmerised by trying to decode the shape of the stanzas and the clue in the repeat of A in all the lines of the last ones. I’m overthinking, aren’t I?

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