Well, isn’t this desk a fine mess? It almost makes me feel like cleaning mine – almost. Instead, I wrote this 100-word story about it. Thanks, Rochelle, for posting yet another picture to make the Friday Fictioneer clan put fingertips to keyboards.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Timothy ripped the clock from the wall, pulled the plug on the refrigerator, threw his computer out the window just to quiet its hum. No sound should remind him of his old life. Still, his heart pounded so violently, blood rushed in his ears – like the echo of ocean waves caught inside a nautilus shell. That’s what Angie would have said. But Angie, his heart of hearts was gone. Absolutely nothing mattered.
“Daddy?”
Timothy turned from the window. And there, standing with her stuffed penguin clutched in one hand was little Beatrice. He knelt and opened his arms.
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Angie may be gone, but for the sake of little Beatrice, Timothy needs to go on. She’ll need her Daddy more than ever now.
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Yep, that’s why she’s his savior. Thanks, James.
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Thanks for relaxing the tension at the end. You had my heart racing over throwing a computer. What’s with men and throwing things? Idiots.
Happy Friday,
Tracey
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I know, right? So many times I’VE wanted to throw my computer out the window. Then I go outside and relax. Things are better when I return. Thanks! Happy Friday to you, too.
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Beatrice will be his savings as much as he’ll be here. Nicely done.
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I can’t imagine anything more satisfying than the love of a child. Thanks, Iain
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Nothing like a sweet little child to bring you back to what’s still important.
Loved this…
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Thanks, Dale. Sometimes, for that reason, I wish I had children. Ah, well. Thanks for reading.
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Oh… they can be highly overrated, at times…
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I know! My parents threatened to put me in military school when I was in high school. I must have been a real pill – they never threatened my sisters with that.
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Really loved the end… when you break up like that it takes small hands to get you calm… I think future starts from the bottom.
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Thanks, Bjorn. I love the idea of the future starting from the bottom. Cheers! Lish
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Aw, so sad. Well written.
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At least he has Beatrice! Thanks for reading.
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Such pain at loosing Angie, you illustrated it so well. Thank heavens he understands his daughters need.
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Thanks, Michael. Losing someone you truly love sends you over the top, and you need someone you truly love to bring you back.
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Dear Lish,
I suspect Timothy will be in the market or a new keyboard, not to mention a trip to the grocery to replace the spoiled food. He definitely has something to live for. Wonderful story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks! And, yeah, I think he’s soon going to realize he went a bit overboard. Time will tell.
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i think it’s the sound of angie’s voice that will keep him in line. well done.
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Thanks. I think you’re right. I still hear “voices of the dead” in my head. And they keep me on the straight and narrow.
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What a heart-wrenching way to start my day. Brilliant as usual Alicia.
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Thank so very much! (Sorry to make your morning rough! 😉
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Wow, Alicia! That’s really sad. Lots of emotion expressed. I like the way the character dealt with the situation, really got my attention. Then, the little girl comes in and it all comes out. Bravo!
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Thank you. I’m one of those people that used to break things, slam doors, hoot and holler when I was angry. I’m either smarter now or two old to hurl things across the room. Thanks, as always, for stopping by.
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A reason to go on… he only needed reminding. A lovely tale, Alicia.
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Thanks, Sandra. It’s so nice to have you back in FF fold – even if it’s just for a little while.
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Great write!
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Thanks 😉 very much.
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A reason to live 🙂
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Yep, tiny hands and a big smile! That would certainly make you want to get yourself together. Thanks, Ali
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The little ones keep you sane when the whole world’s crumbling. This was very well written. Cheers, Varad
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Thanks, Varad. I appreciate you stopping by. Alicia
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I don’t always throw things, but when I do I have a Dos Equis afterward.
Stay thirsty, my friend.
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That is just so moving, Alicia. I’m so glad that he has someone left who’s worth living for. You painted a picture of his anguish so well, as he destroyed all those reminders, apart from little Beatrice, of course.
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Thanks, Sarah, what a wonderful comment. Alicia
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I spent the entire story thinking “he could have just turned the computer off instead of throwing it out the window.” Then the little girl showed up and melted my heart. In my experience, being the father of a little girl is the greatest thing in the world.
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I’ll bet she knows that, too. Thanks for reading and commenting, Adam
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The love of little Beatrice will see him through the hard times. Sad and beautiful story.
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Thanks, Amie.
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I was pleasantly surprised by the gentle and lovely ending (being a fan of your dark stories). Powerful writing and a great reminder that life goes on.
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Ah, thanks. I do tend toward the darker end of life, don’t I? As always, thanks for stopping by. I’m a bit behind in reading this week. Will get to your story ASAP.
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loved it.
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Thanks.
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Oh gosh! Great description of heartache. The little voice in the dark.
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Thanks, Laurie.
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Great that he has this consolation. Nicely done.
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Thank you.
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It seems as though someone mattered very much. Good writing, Alicia. I almost winced when you wrote he threw his computer out the window. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne. His wife has died and obviously he doesn’t quite know how to handle it. Beatrice will help.
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The intensity Timothy was feeling is palpable. I could picture Beatrice with her little penguin. Sad …
Izzy 😎
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Thanks, Izzy.
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Thank heaven for Beatrice. This has such a sombre mood, completely turned when she showed up. So well done.
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Thanks, Sarah Ann, I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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Oh I so get this!
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I’m glad! Timothy is half of my personality. Thanks.
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Aaah! Lovely ending. I’d stay for Beatrice too.
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Thanks, Liz. 😉
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