
She is my life. She gives me life. It’s us against the world. They hate her. Just like they hated mummy. But they won’t drive her to her death like they did mummy, because now I’m big enough to protect her. Fiercely. They took mummy, but they won’t take her. And, oddly, their threat makes me the man my father couldn’t be.
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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
Has somebody been reading Harry Plotter the deranged Prince? 😀
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Perish the thought
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There goes several brain cells…
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Some dark hard feelings, in this one. Well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Mason
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You’re welcome.
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I’m reasonably fond of my washing machine, but I see I have a way to go yet before I need to share this with anyone. I might write a book about it though, when I do. This is different, Neil. 🙂
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Different doesn’t sound altogether good, but thanks, Sandra
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A heavy burden to start with…nicely done.
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Thanks so much, and welcome back
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Dear Neil,
Intriguing piece. He sounds like someone with integrity.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Integrity? Maybe. Or maybe a persecution complex
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I like the determined child-like defiance, a strong defender of his sister.
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Thanks so much, James
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There’s a strong child speaking here, but hopefully not overcome with disdain for his father.
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Thanks so much
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A unique take on this one, Neil. I hope they are able to succeed in their determination.
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Almost certainly he will fail, but for now he feels invincible
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Intriguing, I hope that he is up to the task
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I’m pretty sure he’s not
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Seems like a draining way to live. What a menacing world!
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He is troubled
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An exercise in precis, I suspect. Nice one, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Penny
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Events, both positive and negative, a child encounters end up shaping their life. Hope this one’s ‘strength’ doesn’t manifest into something unfortunate as he grows up.
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The strength may, indeed, be pathological. Thanks, Varad
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This is intriguing, Neil. A strong piece and well written.
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Thanks so much, Fleur
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You are welcome 🙂
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A strange and twisted tail here. Well done.
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Thanks so much
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I heard Harry’s voice in this – was I meant to?
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That would be an entirely reasonable reading
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And the title is spot on. Stand by for the perfect world.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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A refection on the royal family, perhaps?
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That would fit
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Kids will find control where they can, practical or not, imaginary or not. Good voice on this one!
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Thanks so much
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Wow. Clearly a lot going on with this person, who seems permanently damaged in his spirit by something awful happening to his mother. And he’s not terribly fond of Dad. Sad story.
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That’s true. Thanks, Linda
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This sounds like a world wherein women are not safe.
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Nobody’s safe in his world
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good for him for standing up for what looks like his sister. hope his efforts wouldn’t be in vain.
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Thanks so much, plaridel
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Nicely done in this one Neil. He really had no choice of his birth. And no control. You describe those feelings well
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Very little chance, no
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Now, I want to know more … 🙂
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Thanks so much
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