Nothing – Friday Fictioneers

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It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2017 12 01

PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Nothing

Christ, it was cold. Colder than his marriage bed, these 12 years since Mary passed.

She had loved the farm, and she had loved him. He tried to comfort her with talk of heaven, but she would only smile and say, “Nothing could be better than here.”

His hot whiskey piss burned through the layer of ice in the outhouse toilet. He let out a chirrup of delight. Small victories.

Somehow he knew this would be his last winter. The thought warmed him.

Perhaps Mary was right. Perhaps there was no heaven.

And, perhaps, nothing could be better than here.

8 responses to “Nothing – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. spicedmullings Avatar

    Such a play of contrasts in words!

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  2. pennygadd51 Avatar

    Lovely story. You’ve written about a life well lived. Your MC has enjoyed his work, where he lives, and a loving marriage. Perhaps nothing could be better. It still leaves me feeling sad, though!

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  3. Sandra Avatar

    Good one.

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  4. ellenbest24 Avatar

    memoirs of a pissour ! I love your descriptive write good job.

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  5. Kelvin M. Knight's blog Avatar

    Sad, sad, sad. Death of a loved one can kick the pants out of faith sometimes. Which is a shame. Nice crisp writing, Thomas.

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  6. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover Avatar
    Life Lessons of a Dog Lover

    Wonderful take on the prompt. Loved the resignation tinged with love of his life.

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  7. Dale Avatar
    Dale

    I really enjoyed this one, Thomas. Fabulous portrayal of the loss of a loved one

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  8. granonine Avatar

    Twelve years of a lonely life is enough. Well written and believable.

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