
You prepare a bed on the drowsy veranda and carry me to it, like a bundle of sticks. With meticulous tenderness you settle my wasted limbs. But I sense you feel something missing from our love, now there’s no longer any cause for jealousy.
I was beautiful, wasn’t I? Admirers threw flowers onto the stage, and you burned in a rage of uncertainty. The doubt bound you to me. Can you cope with tranquillity? Will you stay with me to the end?
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Life is one long play for some people. So hard to get beneath the skin.
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You’re right, Jane
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Dear Neil,
So goes the saying that beauty is only skin deep. Lovely and poignant piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle
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Such images I loved burned in a rage of uncertainty., lovely writing
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Thanks so much, Michael
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“I’m ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille.” The house definitely has that vibe. Nicely done, and more than a little sinister.
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Thanks so much. Interesting you found it sinister. I wasn’t trying for that effect – just pathos
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You don’t need to be on stage to feel you’ve lost something as you get older. While I still feel young myself and like an older teen, I am very much perceived as Mum or “old” by that age group. They’re so unkind!
xx Rowena
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Thanks, Rowena
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We all feel twenty-three on the inside. 🙂
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I think the insecurity was in her, not him, all along and that he will still love her. 🙂 Good job on a thought-provoking piece this week.
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Thanks, Kecia
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It seems she is the one suffering from insecurity now. Beautifully subtle.
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Thanks, Clare
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Excellent, Neil, just excellent.
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Thanks so much CE
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Touching story Neil, lovely description of her emotions and insecurity.
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Thanks, Iain
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I couldn’t help but picture Betty Davis while reading this. Beautifully crafted -as always.
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Thanks so much
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Wouldn’t it be nice if we could feel positively secure in our relationships? Too bad not more do.
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The use of the second person point of you is very effective to transmit the worries of the narrator. I feel her entire world revolves around his response, so making his feelings the center of the story makes complete sense. Perhaps, when she was on stage, when the uncertainty was his, her thoughts were expressed in first person.
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her point of view is still first person. she’s talking to him
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You are right–my mistake–it seems that it’s all about her, all the way to the end. This makes the whole thing a bit sadder… but for him. Since we know little of who he is, other than what we learn through what he does for her.
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A friend of mine suffers from ALS, and while his wife was never jealous of him and indeed will stay with him to the end, this story reminded me of how much she struggles.
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I lost a cousin to that dreaded disease. What a horrible way to go.
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This is a heartbreaker. Must be a worry for many, when times get that tough and perhaps the bonds they have are not strong enough to survive. Very well told, Neil
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Thanks so much, Lynn
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My pleasure 🙂
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You had a great way of leaving us pondering the all-important question. Real life gives us too many disappointing answers.
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Thanks, Christine
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Excellent. It’s not a sentiment that’s often acknowledged, let alone expressed, but it’s one that gets right to the heart of the human condition. Well done!
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Thanks, Sandra
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Short and sweet…although it’s a surprise to see you not using your 100 words 🙂
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Sometimes less is more
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Excellent piece! I love the language and the sense of loss in the relationship.
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Thanks so much
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This is so well told, that uncertainty is such an important part of a relationship. Trust is brittle
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Thanks, Bjorn
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The wheel of life ceaselessly turns. Beautiful writing.
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Thanks, David
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Gosh. Heartbreaking. So visual that
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Thanks, Laurie
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Oh! This is good. Does raise some questions, doesn’t it?
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Thanks so much. Yes, I do hope so
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I hope that her worries are baseless. Maybe she saw herself as only lovable when she was sought after – hopeful her beloved sees her as more than a commodity with depreciating value (the way she seems to picture herself).
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Like many celebrities, she’s very self-involved. I think she misunderstands his love
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This is just so moving. I’m guessing he will stay with her to the end, but her insecurity only laid to rest with her last breath. Excellent writing, Neil.
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Thanks, Sarah
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Can you cope with tranquillity? Will you stay with me to the end? What heart stopping lines are these! Simply majestic, Neil
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Thanks so much, Neel
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The other side of jealousy is unflagging commitment. Love alone lasts when the infatuation of fame dies.
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So much to like about this piece. I loved every carefully chosen emotion packed word.
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Wow! Thanks!
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Love this. The truth of how much importance people put on beauty and what remains once the external beauty has aged. I love: the drowsy veranda.
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Thanks, Sascha
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uncertainty and doubt as well as unrequited love – these keep the fire burning.
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There are times when we all feel we’re not lovable. Probably because we overrate ourselves.
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So true, Russell
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Beautiful. You really capture the change in her soul/their relationship in just a few words.
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Thanks, Stephanie
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Awesome. Loved the passion she conveyed.
– Lisa
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Thanks, Lisa
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Tough questions – perhaps she thinks she doesnt deserve him, or she wouldnt have hung around. But he will – I am quite sure. Very well written, as usual.
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Thanks so much, Dahlia
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He will stay – he has her all to himself, now.
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I suspect you’re right
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The strain of feeling insecure comes through so strongly here. I especially loved the “bundle of sticks” line, that was so evocative.
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Thanks so much, Joy
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SUPER write, Neil. I was left with a lot of emotions. Incredible to believe you
created it all in 100 words. BRAVO …!!!
Isadora 😎
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Wow! Thanks, Isadora
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True … and … your very welcome. 😎
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a poignant story
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2017/03/the-inheritance-thats-house-where-your.html
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Thanks so much
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Feels like deep truth in this one. Beautiful imagery, profound sentiment. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Carl
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Very touching piece Neil
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Thanks so much
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Love this, Neil. Made me think of a few things, among them, this song/scene from Evita–https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCSEM5xpIx0 –do you know it?
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Thanks, Emily. Interesting association you made
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So very thought provoking….
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Thanks, Dawn
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How sad. For some reason, this reminded me of the Phantom of the Opera. Well done.
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Thanks so much
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Maybe his insecurity has transposed to her now. I wonder how she ended up as she has, nothing sinister I hope but if he put her there, surely he can’t leave her now
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It never occurred to me he might have done it. Good thought, Michael
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SHe’s worried his love for her is superficial. He might be challenged by the same realisation and will I suspect he will find a deeper love in the end, as shown by his tenderness above.
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Yes, you got it!
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Full of the fragility of life, of love … beautifully written
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Thanks, Siobhan
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rippling with emotion, and subdued applause – from the audience, not me, I am clapping loudly!
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Thanks so much
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