
Something with tiny legs crawls over my sprawled hand, a thrush chitters, and water chuckles nearby. I know myself connected by a thousand tiny threads to this place, a part of its rich loam, a piece of the tracery of roots and branches. Somewhere a woodpecker jackhammers and the roots pulse with alarm. The water and my heart confess to one another in the same ancient tongue.
I am content. Here, there will be rest, and I will become something else. The good earth suckles at my wound, and the sounds of the battle dim. Today is a good day to die.
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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

I love this- so deeply contemplative!
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Thanks so much, Violet
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I liked the part about the earth and wound and how we could feel the mortal woujd – well done
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Thanks so much
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😊
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Dear Neil,
Oh my! A well-written description with a gut-wrenching ending.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle. I was pleased by the way the ending worked
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This is beautiful, Neil – almost poetic in the way it describes interconnection. I hope we are all so peaceful at our end.
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Thanks so much, But perhaps not mortally wounded
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How lovely. Positively memerising.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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Neil, this is a beautiful piece of prose. I’ve heard of much worse ways to go…
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Thanks so much, Lisa
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You’re welcome.
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A well crafted story with a tough ending, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Will
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A very descriptive piece in the moment of self-reflection and final acceptance of life and death.
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Thanks for reading, James
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A thought-provoking sketch of a creature at ease with how it is – definitely at peace.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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Poetic, Neil. Great use of imagery.
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Thanks so much, Amanda
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Beautifully written, Neil. Acceptance does make the transition easier (I should think).
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Thanks so much, Dale
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Beautiful descriptions and reflections of one mortally wounded. Like a death scene in an opera.
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Thanks so much
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Way to go. A touching tale, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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A profound story with an ominous ending!
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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Oh, those last moments when realisation sets in. You’ve described this beautifully
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Maybe, but I hope to see you at the next edition of FF!
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Thanks, Nancy
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