
Inside the dome, we have beauty and abundance, lack nothing. Imagine a thing and you need only stretch out your hand to claim it. There is no hardship, and really all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.
At night, I press my cheek to the glass wall, seeking that one pinpoint of light high in the sky. I reach out a hand. But I cannot touch it.
Oh, why would you insist on staying behind?
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
Nice one Neil. I liked it a lot. So much information in so few words. Excellent.
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Thanks so much, Derek
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Dear Neil,
So much story in the title and the last line. Well told.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Excellent, Neil.
I wonder which of them is The Optimist?
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Thanks. I think they’re both optimistic in their different ways
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Is it worth surviving at all costs? What sort of life would we have if we were trapped, unable to travel? Inspires important questions Neil, nice one.
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Those were exactly the questions in mind, and also what happens when two people decide differently. Thanks, Iain
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You’ve written this very nicely, capturing some important emotional truths. The statement “really all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.” is a very clever piece of writing, making us suspect immediately that the first paragraph is, at best, only partially true.
I could imagine this scenario for early settlers on Mars. Earth would be visible as a star, but it would be almost impossible to return.
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Thanks so much, Penny. Yes, I did have Mars in mind
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I like this very much. The almost artless focus on (most of) the positives shows the chilling reality perfectly.
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Thanks so much Jilly You picked up exactly what I was up to
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The grass is always greener…
We were thinking similar themes this week 😀
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Yes we were. Though yours is more savage
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lol Can’t argue with that.
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Great story. Eden may be paradise, but it isn’t home.
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Thanks so much Joshua. Eden’s not for the likes of us
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No matter how like-minded people are, there’s usually something that divides them. Excellent Neil.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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A life with no hardship implies a life with no life, really. To make the decision to leave when one stays behind must be the most difficult…
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It’s a hardship she’s regretting
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I don’t doubt it.
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This post has provoked a maelstrom of thoughts for me. Hard to sort out just one. No worries? No challenges. No hardship? No strength. I, too, would rather be a distant star than a being locked into someone else’s idea of a perfect world.
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I hope provoked thoughts is a good thing
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As I read the beginning ominous undertones presented themselves. A bird in a gilded cage came to mind. Is the writer a subject in a Martian zoo? Just one scenario, but I think the person who stayed behind is looking at Mars and wondering why he had to go…
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I didn’t intend any alien zoos readings, but I can see that’s possible
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I love being out, studying nature. But your story ask the question, and makes one think. I am sure many less fortunate than me, could/will be tempted
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They always have been by every new world
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Having it all is different than having all that you need I guess. A great tale Neil!
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Thanks so much, Russell
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Such a lot of pain, yearning and back-story in this. Very well done, Neil.
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Thanks, Sandra. That’s a big compliment from the Mistress of backstory
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It’s always the same. When you don’t go, you regret it. When you do go, you get homesick, might get killed, might experience hardships. But staying behind is more difficult, I think. Great story.
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Thanks so much. Yes, it’s a no-win situation
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Beautifully written story of missing.
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Thanks so much, Liz
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I’m sure the other one valued the freedom to wander more than a life of abundance. I’m not sure what I would choose.
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We can only hope we’re never faced with such a choice
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That last line packed a killer punch! Well done Neil, really good story
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Thanks so much, Lynn
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Always a pleasure
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Oh clever, so much is told in such a short space of time. Such a simple gesture of reaching out to feel such powerful loss.
Well done.
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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The whole idea of living in a glass bubble is such fertile ground. It describes the private and unreachable nature of human consciousness, and at the same time reminds me of the children who had no immunities and had to live in bubbles for their own survival.
Our choice to join certain groups may wall us off from access to certain other people. This is most evident in religion and politics these days.
And the separation is at its most tragic when those outside the glass are beloved. Your character seems right on the cusp of realizing what his predicament really means.
And next, I would expect, would follow self-doubt and regret… but your choice of cheery words, casting blame only on the outsider, make the narrator’s predicament seem “positively”cult-like.
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The narrator is indeed caught up in the official ideology. Well-spotted!
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The idea of living on a distant planet in a self-sustainable atmosphere in a dome really does not appeal to me and it appears your character is homesick and missing his/her friend. Loneliness and yearning come across in such a few words.
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Thanks so much James. I’m glad you think so
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A subtle story Neil, about big themes, finding new ways of living and separation and more.Very well done.
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Thanks so much
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It’s said that this world lacks nothing, but the protagonist is longing for someone back home, and I suspect he/she is not the only one feeling that way. I imagine a lot of hand and cheek prints on the glass wall.
I like the understated style of storytelling.
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Thanks so much, Magarisa. It was ever thus with paradises
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Also in abundance, there is sorrow in every wall.
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Though a wise man said that the deeper sorrow carves into our being, the more joy we can contain
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The longing is poignant.
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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Feels like the narrator is trapped in a biosphere on another planet. Nicely done.
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Trapped in a cage made of human arms, perhaps. Thanks so much
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Interesting how a number of writers this week saw it as a ‘Dome’ – protected within against whatever is outside.
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Yes, it was a common theme
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