
He opens the book, grabs its spine, and shakes. A heap of words tumble onto the table. Some verbs skitter and roll, ending up lost behind the pepper grinder. The scent of azaleas assails him from the vase. With the long forefinger of Michelangelo’s Cistine God, he stirs the lexical mound. Subjects swirl, encounter objects, and bind. Predicates zip on.
The battleship, the shoreline …. bombards.
Henry, the dog …. eats.
Nowhere is there love because that is one of the verbs that rolled away.
His brow dampens and his hands shake.
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
You just broadened my vocabulary!
Well done…
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Thanks, Tannille. I made the word up
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Interesting idea, that a man has lost the very word ‘love’ from his life because it rolled away years ago, forgotten. Imaginative take as always, Neil
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Thanks so much, Lynn
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My pleasure 🙂
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Memories and shadows, I guess, some still lingering, others already escaped.
Sad, but beautifully done.
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Thanks so much
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That took me back to school, where we studied syntax and analysis of sentence structure. (It wasn’t called a grammar school for nothing.) I like the concept of words being and acting like animate objects.
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Thanks, Sandra
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Dear Neil,
I love the word vocabulomancy. I’ll have to remember that one. I’ve invented one for those who kill the English language whenever they open their mouths. Grammaticide. Perhaps we logophiles should start our own dictionary. 😉 Delightful story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Indubinimous
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😀
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Amazing, the idea of memories good and bad. What if you look into the storage jars of the past and find them empty – Love that was never lost or found.
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Confabulation is the name for what we do when we find our memory jars empty. We make up stories to fill the gaps
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Confabulation is the name for what happens when we find our memory jars empty. We make up stories to fill the gaps
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Excellent and succinct tragedy there, Neil. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Joshua
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Sometimes those old memories don’t preserve as well as we’d wish, they the preservation of these memories makes me think of the onset of dementia. Well done.
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Thanks, Trent
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Sigh. This was wonderful!
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Thanks so much
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Love is more than just a word. A sorrowful story indeed.
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Without the word, we might not recognise the emotion
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How sad that it was ‘love’ that rolled away, but then I guess that is true to life, love is often the first thing to disappear from one’s grasp.
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It wouldn’t have been much of a story if it had been cleanliness that had rolled away
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“Nowhere is there love because that is one of the verbs that rolled away.” I felt that one right in the solar plexus, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re welcome.
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I hate when I have to chase after a wayward verb. It’s usually when I’m trying to speak Spanish but it happens with English as well.
Tracey
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You understand his problem well
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Neil, this is a masterpiece of short fiction! I love your made-up title, and then all the other action of the words–brilliant. Really. I don’t say that easily 🙂
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Wow! Thanks so much, Linda
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That’s quite some story, Neil. A very imaginative look at memory, and such a concise description of the man’s character and state of mind.
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Thanks so much, Penny
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Nice one. I wondered straight away what verbs were lost behind the pepper grinder!
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Thanks so much
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Wow. That’s deep. Very nice.
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Thanks so much, Shirley
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Love this – I read it several times.
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Thanks so much, Liz
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Neil! This is amazing (and I rarely use that over-used word.) The concept, the way you delivered. Everything about this short-short made my heart sing. Thank you.
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Wow! Thanks so much, Alicia
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I love this. Or… I enjoy this. Assuming “enjoy” isn’t one of the words to roll away. It’s very imaginative and creative.
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Thanks so much
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What a wonderful image you portray, and sad, too. Without Love, none of the other verbs have life. Great story!
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Thanks so much
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Oh fabulous! This shake and stir spell brought joy to my soul. Well done
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Oh I love this, mysterious and word, just like it should be, brilliant as ever!
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Thanks so much
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Sorry I meant to say Wordy, spell checker decided I shouldn’t say so!
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Awwww … I felt a jolt when I read love rolled away. I can’t imagine what life would be without love.
It’s a glue that keeps us together. I hope he found love under the ottoman.
Good story, Neil. I always enjoy your insights one the photo prompt. Have a wonderful weekend.
Isadora 😎
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Thanks so much, Isadora
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Wow! I’m just blown away! The “love rolled away” line was brilliant in the context of your entire story. Really food for thought, because it was the verb love that disappeared from his life, not the noun. Again, brilliant and moving.
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Thanks so much, Fartima. What a lovely comment
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A delightful fantasy about words behaving like tiny creatures, Neil. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks so much, Suzanne
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Very creative story, Neil, and deeply layered as always.
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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I love the idea of a godly finger stirring the lexical mound. With so few words, you laid your poignant story on the table and peppered it with evocative images. Excellently done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Gilly
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This piece engages all the senses… well done! It also seems to express the random and absurd nature of existence.
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Thanks so much, Magarisa
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