
Shine a light through a lattice and you get a pattern. Rina was like that—a gorgeous tapestry made of rips. You were drawn to the brightness, but that was just the places worn so thin the sky leaked through. The real Rina was the darkness, the inverse pattern you didn’t clock.
Now you might believe this is a tale of tragic unrequited love. Perhaps, you fancy I am a creature of unspeakable ugliness, doomed to be rejected, though I’m the only one who really knows Rina. Not so—I am the pattern, only there on cloudless days.
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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
Moody. I like it. I’m intrigued to know more about Rina.
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Thanks so much, Tannille
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Such imagery this created. Loved it, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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That last line leaves a lot of questions – if this person knows they are the pattern do they see it as a strength or a weakness? Fascinating.
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Thanks so much
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You got my gears spinning on this one, Neil. I love it!
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re welcome.
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Full of intrigue, especially liked the idea of the dark inverse of the pattern. Nice touch.
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Thanks so much, Iain
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I am the pattern. ❤ Lovely imagery, shame about his relationship.
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It was probably never going to work out
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I like the way your mind works, Neil. Always making us discern reality from shadows 🙂
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Thanks so much, LInda
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Intriguing imagery, Neil.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Rina the “inverse pattern you didn’t clock”, love that line. Love the concept. Nice.
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Thanks so much, CG
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I love a good pattern. Good story.
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Thanks so much Tracey
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what a fascinating woven story. one of your best. well done. 🙂
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Thanks so much, plaridel
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Oh wow. I love this. The descriptions are exquisite ! I have so many questions but I don’t need them answered. You got me thinking and I love it!
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Thanks so much, Laurie. Your comments are always so encouraging
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Lovely, Neil! Super concept, and great description. I particularly like “the inverse pattern you didn’t clock” with its blending of an abstract concept – “inverse pattern” – with the vernacular “clocked”.
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Thanks so much, Penny. I know North Americans may not get the “clocked” but the phrase demanded it
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Beautiful story. I love the mood of it.
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Thanks so much
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I really like what you’ve done here, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Keith
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Hmm…thought provoking.
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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The line, “only there on cloudless days.” gave me pause and thoughts. A deeply cerebral story, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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Intriguing. You left me wondering if this is from the POV of a person or an emotion.
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I’m glad it intrigued you
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Nicely done Neil.
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Thanks so much
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Thank you Neil, beautifully poetic. A whole story unfolding in my mind.
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It saved me the work of writing the story
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The pattern is to be pitied more than Rina, very thought-provoking.
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Thanks so much
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A tapestry made of rips is a brilliant turn of phrase, nicely done
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Thanks so much
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The pattern … who knows Rina. Nice one.
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Thanks so much
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Very intriguing. Nicely done, Neil
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Thanks so much, Fleur
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