Photo prompt by Roger Bultot
And there I lay
Traffic passes, while each breath I take cuts like broken glass.
The hours drag
As neighbours dine, as bathers to bed, and lovers etwine.
A heartbeat slows
As colleagues wonder, ‘where was our friend’? Absently asked.
And there I lay
As coppers knock, corpse decays, soul in shock.
A lonely death, but soul set free
No longer yearning, sadness.
And there I lay. [67 words]
For Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. A photo prompt challenge to create a story using 100 words or fewer.
Read other stories for this week’s prompt here.
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Dear Trish,
Short and well written verse.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I enjoyed this poem, Trish. Very evocative.
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Yes, there is a sense of release in this. Nicely done.
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Nicely done! Sad but lovely!
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Beautiful sad poem ❤️
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Trish, you and I had similar thoughts about this image. I feel so bad for her and those she left behind, but I also feel she has been liberated. Good storytelling.
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It is the loneliness in life which is more painful than a solitary death.
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nice poem. well done.
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This is powerful. There’s a lot packed into 67 words.
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This is so sad, because you know it’s happened. I’m glad there is some relief / release in the end.
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Tragic, and yet there seems to be some relief in her end.
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A fine lay
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