Photo prompt @ A. Noni Mouse
Chloe watched Tony from her favourite chair at the table.
He looked tired. He was usually so chipper in the morning.
For 25 years, he’d awoken earlier than her. Prepared breakfast.
Chloe could smell eggs and bacon frying, hear fat spitting.
Sliding food from pan to plate, Tony dropped the pan into the sink.
The dishes are a little out of control, Chloe thought.
With a heartfelt sigh, Tony thumped his plate of food on the table.
He reached a hand toward Chloe. She felt his energy pass through her. And smiled.
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 
Nicely ambiguous.
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Dear Trish,
This could be read different ways. It seems the consensus is that she’s a ghost. I’m undecided.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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😇 I’ll leave you undecided!
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Well, this one allows for us to decide the story. That word limit can be a challenge. You don’t have to tell it all. We got imaginations to use. 🙂 At first, I decided Chloe was a dog, but not with 25 years. Tony needs a dog. Good one. I enjoyed it.
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Thanks Bill 😉
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I read it as she’s in the kitchen watching over him. My grandmother had the same feelings, that when my grandfather died, he was there with her in the kitchen every morning for a time. Nicely done!
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Thanks Brenda🙂
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This is heartwarming if she is a ghost…
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I think she’s a ghost and it took reading your comment to figure it out. How touching that she’s still with him, watching over him ❤
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Not written well enough if it needed my comment? Or is it okay that it needed deciphering. I’m never clear on that point. 😁
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You’re the writer. I like it any which way 🙂
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I first thought of some sort of energy-leech, but read it again in light of your comment above. Nice one!
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There’s a mystery to what’s going on here. Tony is tired, he’s sighing. He thumps his food on the table. Is she siphoning-off his energy?
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Is she there? ^^
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I am wondering if she is wheel-chair bound. Nice description of domestic life!
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Could be read as a scene of weary domesticity, or as her memory of a lost one. Nicely done.
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