
Molly’s house had many rooms, and you got the room Molly thought you deserved. Also, it has to be said, the room you could afford.
If you were specially favoured, she invited you into the grand salon with its sweeping staircase and chandeliers. Waiters circulated with flutes of champagne. And the ladies and gentlemen whirled in the dance.
I know because I peeped through the window once, but was never invited in. In the east wing where I had my dank room, snipers hunkered behind crumbling walls, and tanks rumbled through the corridors.
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
I like it, I also saw tanks and dancing,Snap,
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Damn! And I tought I was being so original!
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Great minds think alike, so they say. 😊
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The room he deserved. That seems a bit harsh if he is, as I read it, a veteran suffering from PTSD. Although ‘ the room you could afford’ is probably pretty close to the mark. Good one, Neil.
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Molly isn’t given to acts of generosity. Thanks, Sandra
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The room he is trapped in appears to be his own mind. Lovely layers to this Neil.
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That may be so, or the house may be metaphorical. It’s sometimes hard to tell which bits are imaginary. Thanks, Iain
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…Well that put a dampener on dessert!
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Not in the west wing
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Peeping through the window, longing to be a guest…
Had there been no war, it’d have been best!
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Thanks, Anita
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Excellent imagery in this. For some reason it reminded me a bit of The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
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Thanks, Joshua
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Poor him!
Wonderful descriptions, Neil.
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Thanks, so much
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Dear Neil,
The room he could afford. I would be one asking if that room isn’t one of his injured imagination. So much can be read into this. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks,, Rochelle
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Great take on the prompt. Very visual and I liked the contrast between the two worlds. I must admit, I didn’t see ‘war zone’ when I looked at the photo – maybe I was distracted by the Smart car!
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Thanks, Susan
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Great imagery with the contrasting rooms. I have a feeling I’d be in the budget end too. Ha. Lots to think about here, beautifully written.
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Thanks so much
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Actually, I think most of us are in the West Wing. Neil, that is a brilliant piece of writing. I hate allegory, but I love this one. It’s gobsmackingly good. The audacity of your topic is astounding – and you pull it off! I’m lost for words.
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Thanks so much, Penny
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Re-reading my comment, I should have made it clearer that I meant we mostly have rooms adjacent to the Grand Salon, and maybe actually are part of it. The West Wing could too easily have been confused with the East Wing.
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I got it, it’s ok
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What a very strange house Molly kept! An atmospheric tale.
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Thanks, Liz
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All in the same building? How interesting.
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In the end, we all occupy the same dwelling
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Ah, a metaphor.
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Sounds like life.
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Yes, that was the idea. Glad you saw it
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And Molly has a long white beard. I saw that too.
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she does, yes
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🙂
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Life is so like Molly’s house. Some have, most have not.Excellent.
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Thanks, Keith
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I see Molly’s house as a metaphor… Life is not fair.
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Molly’s house is an allegory yes
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Molly sounds like Lady Luck herself. Very well done.
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Thanks so much
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Dark and atmospheric. I liked it.
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Thanks very much
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The haves and have nots, the lucky and the not so lucky. Nice one!
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Thanks so much
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I’m rejecting the metaphysical and going with the physical, loving the idea that snipers and tanks rolled along the corridors as our narrator peeks enviously at those more favoured. Wondering what he did to deserve this treatment though! Nice one Neil
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A literal reading is also possible, Thanks, Lynn
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My pleasure Neil 🙂
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Well now. This has all been said so I shall simply add my “brilliantly done” to the pile!
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Hunting through the pile, I can’t see a “brilliant”, so thanks for the praise, Dale
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😊I had to add something!
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Excellent piece, Neil
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Thanks so much
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Wow, what a place, sounds awful but that earlier line is interesting… room you deserve? Says so much, about him too
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Thanks, Laurie
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I don’t know about ‘deserving’. In most cultures, the armed forces are revered. But I guess, if you have done your time and you’re damaged, no one wants you any more. Lovely and haunting Neil.
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Thanks so much
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The contrast reminds me that war is often good economics.
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creative destruction – if you ignore the suffering
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Why do I think that my room might be empty?
mine:
https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2018/01/26/a-whimsical-tale/
Scott
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I’m sure there’s a sniper in it
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No place to hide, but then there is that element of surprise.
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Isn’t that the way of things. The wealthy don’t want to see the poor but there’s still money to be made from them. Good writing, Neil. —- Suzanne
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Thanks, Suxanne. You can’t make that much money from the rich. There are too few of them
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LOL. Loved your story although I don’t love the growing divide between rich and poor.
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Thanks, Irene
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So many layers and themes to this flash fiction, Neil. Economic divides, war and humanity, and being trapped in your own mind. Really well written!
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Thanks so much, Fatima
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“For dust you are and to dust you will return” — Molly can’t take her wealth with her. Your story demonstrates so well the futility of war, as well as highlighting the lot of the haves and have-nots. Although there’s often a tendency to assume that all wealthy people are bad, which isn’t always the case, although Molly sounds a bit of a high and mighty type without much to redeem her.
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Thanks, Sara. Molly, of course, is a largely mythological figure, so you could well be right
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So true to life. We get what we can afford. As for what we deserve … perhaps not in this life. Thought provoking piece with so many possible interpretations.
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Thanks, Magarisa
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This story really jabbed me in the gut with the ending. There are so many ways I can see to interpret this and they are all good. It speaks to me especially of how sometimes the ones we should respect most are the ones we think of least.
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Thanks, Anne
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An atmospheric tale – liked the idea of many rooms/ realities all happening at once, and Molly in charge of room allocation. Lots of ideas in a 100 words. Well done.
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Thanks so much
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