Friday Fictioneers – Absence

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

There were lives here once. If you listen, you can still hear the honkytonk with its out-of-tune F sharp. If you look, you may half-glimpse the flounced skirt of a bar girl.

A house, sure—a house can disappear. Fires catch easy, and carpenter ants will gnaw through a building in days. Even whole streets vanished in the war. But towns, towns shouldn’t just blink out.

I turn to Tommy. He’s long gone too, of course. “The main street were right here, weren’t it, mate?”

And he shakes his head and says, “Till the seam ran out.”


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

45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Absence

  1. A tale that touched my heart, for this afternoon I was waiting in a car park, where once stood a fine Georgian house and a beautiful garden. And I found myself wondering about change

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  2. Like looking at a life they knew existed at one point but, now seems as if it never did. Well done.

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