
The old house was leaking light. We tried to staunch the flow, bandaging our home with drapes and then with shutters. But that prevented us keeping watch.
Ma pulled her shawl tight and said every family was allotted a ration of brightness—when it ran out, it was gone. Dad would grunt and carry on whittling.
We never found out what he was carving, maybe a house-deity to protect us.
Neighbourhood children danced and played in the dwindling fountain. Other shapes too moved faintly among them. Inside, we dwelt finally in eternal darkness.
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
Wonder what happened to them? 😢
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Best never to ask what happens to those who dwell in darkness
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Dear Neil,
Interesting images of bleeding light and bandaging it with drapes.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle
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I liked the bleeding and bandaging concept. I’ve often wondered about the fading of the light.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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How horrid to be limited to how much light we are allotted.
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Perhaps they just haven’t learned the secret of how light is manufactured
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Perhaps!
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A great picture painted here. The house and family, very curious.
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Thanks so much, Tannille
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Brilliant concept Neil, and wonderfully evoked. Exciting news about your upcoming book, congratulations.
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Thanks so much, Iain.
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Wow! You have focused on the light.
I just noticed it after again seeing the image 🙂
Let there be light.
What was dad carving?
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Thanks, Anita. He was carving a protective icon
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Very dark and dystopian! I like it.
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Thanks so much
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Thisi s seriously spooky – what a shame dad’s carving couldn’t help them.
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Perhaps the important thing was that he believed it might
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What a subtle story! I love the way you make the bit-part actors like the neighbourhood children who are the ones in the world most of us inhabit, while the main characters live in a spiritual darkness of fear. I hope you have a sequel where spiritual rescue is possible.
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Thanks so much, Penny
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Congrats on the new book, Neil. I’m looking forward to reading it.
Your descriptions are spot on. Bandaging with drapes and shutters–great visual. Such a sad house, though. I wish there were more to this story.
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Thanks, Linda. There is more to the story, but the remainder of it is in your head
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And my head is full of possibilities 🙂
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Aliens or ghosts? What were those other shapes?
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Or perhaps just creatures made of fear
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Chilly and mysterious, Neil. Definitely would like to know more about what went on in that household.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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You got be with that first line. Just brilliant. ~ Dora
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Thanks so much, Dora
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Neil this is first class prose. There is a dread you’ve conjured that sent chills up my spine.
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Thank you, indeed, Jade
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You’re welcome.
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This sounds like my roommate. It’s always too bright for her.
“…leaking light.” Wonderful imagery. I’m intrigued. Is it a religious belief? Or was that a misdirect for the kids? Photosensitivity? Squatters hiding inside? Vampires?
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Thanks so much. There’s no obvious religious meaning to leaking light, though, if you were religiously inclined, it would be susceptible of spiritual interpretation
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A chilling and mysterious tale. I wondered if they were watching for the darkness. The father whittled something he thought might keep it at bay. A wonderful beginning to a much longer story. So many possibilities.
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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Gosh this is a clever idea, the light running out, brilliantly dark (scute the pun) but what a brilliant idea
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Thanks so much
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Love the first line, The Old House was Leaking Light. Beautiful imagery as if painting with light.
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Thanks so much
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it reads like poetry except for the horror that it evokes.
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Thank you so much
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If I could whittle, I’d whittle a house deity! Haunting and chilling.
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Thanks so much, Paula
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Wow. I loved this story, especially the first and last lines. The concept is really strong.
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Thanks so much
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Oh wow… allocated light until it runs out… oooh creepy. Great descriptions… I fear the dark is final
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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An intriguing tale which became darker with every line.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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The first two sentences were mesmerising – I think the absence of light, however it comes, is one of our greatest fears. Marvellous piece, thank you.
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Thanks so much, Siobhan
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Oh, I need light. I would find it eery to have to be in the dark all of the time.
It works so well for this story, Neil. I wonder if they ever find a way to get the light back.
This sort of reminds me of a movie called silence – the people cannot speak or make noise because the evil ones will get them. 😳😩🙄 Be Safe … Isadora 😎
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Thanks so much, Isadora
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A wonderful mystery that drew me into their darkness – an eerie ghostly tale indeed.
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Thanks so much, James
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A very clever story and some wonderful imagery as always.
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Thanks so much
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Chilling story and great line, “The old house was leaking light”. I’m new to Friday Fictioneers and really enjoyed your take on the photo prompt 🙂
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Thanks so much, Suem and welcome to Friday Fictioneers
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Wow! Superb writing Neil. I loved it. You say so much with so little. Lots of words and phrases I loved – house leaking light, bandaging, allotted a ration of brightness, other shapes too moved faintly. Excellent.
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Thanks so much, Derek
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Great metaphorical story, Neil. It’s almost Bradbury-ish in a way, but it’s YOUR story and it’s brilliant. Way to go!
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Thanks so much, William
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An intriguing mystery, Neil. Bought Cohen’s song “Anthem” to mind, and his words,
“Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in….”
Well done.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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I feel they are ghosts and nothing will ever change… maybe even the house is gone for everyone but them
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An interesting reading, Bjorn
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Your words paint a vivid picture Neil. Love this story, even with its dark ending. So good!
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Thanks so much
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