Friday, May 4, 2012

Faded By Age


He stared at the dilapidated state of the wall with melancholy and apathy. This was the home he’d built for her with his own two hands. It was the place they intended to live all of their days. It was where he intended to grow old and die with the only woman he’d ever loved. 

They’d managed to grow old, both unexpectedly and inevitably, and then she had to go and die on him. What was the gain in caring anymore about the damned house? Like him, it was only a faded reminder of what had once been much more. 


This story is for the Friday Fictioneers weekly writing prompt, sponsored by the inestimable Madison Woods 

10 comments:

  1. So sad and painful; our inability to cope with death and separation so finely captured. Mine is here: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/fridayfictioneers-lost-without-you/

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  2. Death is a tricky subject to capture, but you did it very well. You feel the love, the loss, the pain and the frustration that all come from the death of someone loved.

    Mine's here and it's well over the limit at 191 words:
    http://garybaileywriting.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/175/

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  3. Yes, this was a very sad piece. It was quite painful to read, and I mean that in the nicest way.

    http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/dysfunctional-friday-fictioneers-may-2012/

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  4. A sad place to be. Lonely.

    Here's mine: http://thebradleychronicles.wordpress.com/

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  5. I love the line 'unexpectedly and inevitably', time passes exactly like that.

    Here's mine:http://teschoenborn.com/2012/05/03/friday-fictioneers-the-gig/

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  6. Favorite line: "They'd managed to grow old, both unexpectedly and inevitably," contradictions that make perfect sense always make for great writing. Well done.

    --Brian (Mine is here: http://pinionpost.com/2012/05/04/renovations/)

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  7. Very sweet love story--I enjoy the ones that reflect lovers growing old together. Nicely done!

    Mine: http://www.vlgregory-circa1800.vpweb.com/blog.html

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  8. That was a very realistic take on the prompt - and i am sure a lot of folks can relate to it. Well told.
    Yours as ever,
    Lindaura
    http://fictionvictimtoo.blogspot.com

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  9. We each die alone, weighed down by memories and cares and move on to other dawns and new beginnings.

    I thought your story was sad and true and illustrated very clearly what many writers never admit. We write to live on after we die. To leave our mark upon the crumbling wall of time. Good job.

    Aloha,

    Doug

    http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/the-nerve/

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  10. You latched onto something real here. It always seems to be worse for a man to be left alone. Women grieve, but manage to carry on. I witness it every day in my large, hi-rise complex. Once the man loses his spouse, he is lost and goes downhill quickly. Not so, the wife. Sad but true. Nice work. Here's mine:
    www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com

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