Lovers come to the bench.
The teenagers spy.
Ephemeral. Unmoving. Only their heads peek ’round the hedge.
None speak. They simply watch.
Tommy ponders the smoothness of women’s skin.
Annabelle enjoys the muscles rippled across men’s backs.
Susanne resents everything about the couples. Would stop them if she could.
For the siblings will never feel such things, make such sounds
or hear the words, “I love you.”
Suffocation should have put an end to anticipation and hope.
But, they feel the need to return. Night after night.
Year after year.
Century upon century.
What Mother Wrought
Posted: April 26, 2017 in Friday FictioneersTags: children, desire, hope, lovers, spies, suffocation
And that’s why death sucks. Good job.
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Indeed! Thanks for reading.
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The idea of centuries of children, each with their curiosities and angers, spying on centuries of lovers was glorious. Well done for managing to focus on the bench rather than the tombstone
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Thanks, Neil. The idea actually came from the three weed “heads” in the foreground. I’m so glad you liked the story.
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I found this quite chilling Alicia.
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And kind of creepy, too. Thanks, Louise!
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It would feel so chilling to be watched by those ghostly children… a wonderful story.
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Thanks for taking the time to read and leave a comment, Bjorn! I hope your eye heals quickly. Alicia
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I hope so too… right now my right eye is just blur…
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A wonderful little ghost story you have here. Better watch out, it might become a staple told around campfires and in old cemeteries around the world. 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Jelli. Wouldn’t that be fun? And to see how it expanded and twisted through time? After all, 100-words isn’t quite enough to REALLY creep someone out.
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I don’t know about that, I’ve been creeped out on far fewer. Hehe.
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A different type of mother from my character this week. It makes me sad to think of the dead as still longing for life. That would be terrible. Great writing.
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Yes, I noticed we both wrote about mothers. I often wonder about children killed by parents. What went wrong? Thanks.
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Dear Lish,
There’s so much to this little story. Sort of like a ghost salad with maternal dressing. Nicely tossed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Wow! What a fun thing to say! Almost like a story in itself. Thanks.
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There are some intersting and powerful ideas in this weeks FF and your writing is there to. You got me thinking, great
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You’re right, Michael. This week’s offerings are quite wonderful, aren’t they? Thanks for including mine. Cheers!
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This is deliciously eerie, Alicia. I love how line after line you told us the story of the place and the people that visit it, and of the siblings who can’t get away (or push others away). I hope you write more about this two–what happened before and what comes next. I wonder if they will ever be able to push someone away…
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Thanks! It’s interesting when you write something ~ not thinking of more than 100-words and the words peak enough interest that people want to know more.
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I love how they still want to find some way to experience life even after death.
What I want to know is who suffocated them!!
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Thanks, Dale. Mother suffocated them ~ thus the title.
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D’oh. My bad. Smacks herself…
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Big smile on this end. I’ve done that DOZENS of times. Have a great day, Dale.
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I loved the gentle reveal in this. Very poignant.
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Thank you, Sandra.
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What a terrible eternal existence. Nice one!
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I think it would be a horrible existence. Thanks, Ali.
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Every since I was a child I like ghost stories. Great take on the photo prompt.
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My husband and I read ghost stories to each other at Halloween. Very fun indeed. Thanks.
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kids who have passed, their souls remain earthbound. someone has to guide them towards the light.
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Yeah, wouldn’t that have been nice? Thanks for pointing that out.
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Little peeking-Tom ghosts. I like the way you got inside their minds. Poor tortured souls.
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Now that you mention it, these kids kind of remind me of the young vampire in Interview with a Vampire. How she suddenly realized she’d never become a woman and went a tad crazy. Thanks for reading and commenting. Alicia
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I love a good ghost story! I’ll look at frosted teasel heads differently from now on.
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Is that what those little guys are? They drew me in right away. I’m sort of attracted to long tall weeds. Thanks for reading and replying too.
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A brilliant imagination.
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Thanks very much.
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Centuries of longing seems so sad. Nicely done.
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Thanks!
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From a delightful ghost story to a horrible murder tragedy in such few lines. Hearbreaking story.
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Thanks for reading! I always like it when you stop by. Alicia
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That sense of loss, of frustration is so clearly rendered and poignantly done, Alicia. So tragic. Wonderful story
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Thanks, Lynn. I’m glad that sense of loss and being lost came through.
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It really did, Alicia. Lovely work
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I wonder about that word ‘suffocation’ – was that how they died?
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Yes, Liz, their mother suffocated them. Thanks for wondering. And thanks for a great photo. We got some wonderful stories out of it.
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This was so good. I felt their curiosity and was glad to stick it to the mother!
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Thanks! I don’t know who Mom was but I’m thinking mom was a woman overwhelmed by life, children, lack of income and kinda’ went crazy….
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Ghosts spying on lovers — it’s an idea that often crossed my mind when I was younger. Were there ghosts at that very moment, watching what I was up to? Your story is an excellent take on the prompt, with lots of questions begging to be answered.
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Thanks, Sarah. Next time I might try to get apoplexy in a story. Cheers!
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Such a haunting tale full of longing. Excellent interpretation of the prompt!
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I’m so glad you stopped by and left a comment, too. Cheers! Alicia
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My pleasure!
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