The Stage of Tessa’s Life

Posted: February 28, 2018 in Friday Fictioneers
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Today is Wednesday-Friday! Thanks, Rochelle, for posting this picture of a boxing gym. We at Friday Fictioneers only know that because there are about a half-dozen signs telling us so. Thanks, J. Hardy Carroll for providing the picture. Now, for my 100-word story. Thanks to all who read and comment on my submissions.

Photo by J Hardy Carroll

The background music to Tessa’s life was filled with squealing tires, shouting men and boxing gloves thump, thump, thumping skin.
The characters who peopled her world were drunk, bruised and mean.
Helmets, ropes, mats, and bags provided the never-changing scene work.
Only when it snowed did she feel safe for the men couldn’t drive the unplowed streets nor navigate the sidewalks.
They couldn’t come upstairs and tease her mother nor play Tessa’s violin so violently the strings snapped.
And she felt secure in the knowledge that no one would grab her wheelchair and shove her across the room.

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Comments
  1. neilmacdon says:

    God, that’s grim. And I mean that in a good way

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  2. James says:

    That’s a rough neighborhood.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. That’s extra mean. Pushing a wheelchair like that requires a lot of major nasty.

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  4. My story was grim… all stories are grim, but somehow I felt that this was the grimmest I have read so far… so cruel…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Dale says:

    There’s cruel and there’s cruel. Poor Tessa. Such a well-written grim tale, Lish.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. jillyfunnell says:

    I could cope with the hideousness until they got hold of her violin. All comments then became unprintable. Powerful stuff.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Iain Kelly says:

    That is grim – I thought she was going to find some inspiration from her background, but alas no! Very well written.

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  8. Dear Lish,

    This makes me want to kick a few guys in a strategic area. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  9. I think I’ve been reading into fiction today, but were the squealing brakes related to her being the wheelchair? It’s a sad situation for her nonetheless. Well done.

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  10. subroto says:

    This is indeed a bleak, dark and angry tale. Bit like the conditions in the photo. Well written.

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  11. Lynn Love says:

    Love the way you built this up, Lish, gradually showing us how sad and dsperate their lives are, under the power of thoughtless cruelty. And then you ramped things, showing us that she’s small, vulnerable, disabled, musically talented. Such injustice. Delicately done and just so very sad.

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  12. Sandra says:

    That’s very powerful. I take it they live above the gym. The violence and cruelty just drip from the scenes you describe.

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  13. James McEwan says:

    I never understood the bully culture – the demeaning nature of control gibbons.

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  14. Awwe, such a hard life the poor soul leads.

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  15. pennygadd51 says:

    Your story made me so angry at your character’s situation that I was just about to start ranting in my comment! You’ve written this so powerfully. It really rams home the message that macho behaviour and violence can so easily degenerate into bullying of the most evil kind. It’s a terrific story.

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  16. granonine says:

    Wow. I sure hope those particular boxers aren’t representative of the entire sport. Bullies and brutes. Ugly. Powerfully written.

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  17. draliman says:

    A terrible life, living in constant fear.

    Liked by 1 person

  18. Jelli says:

    Beautiful, as always, Alicia!

    Liked by 1 person

  19. Mike says:

    A fine story that shouts about life in the raw. Well told.

    Liked by 1 person

  20. plaridel says:

    when it rains, it pours. i feel sorry for her.

    Liked by 1 person

  21. k rawson says:

    What a place to grow up! Poor thing. Instead of having dozens of men who would fight for her they pick on her. Love the rhythm of this piece, the first line especially.

    Liked by 1 person

  22. rgayer55 says:

    That’s what I call looking forward to a snow day. Where’s the superhero or knight in shining armor when you need one?

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  23. WOW … a few emotions were touched by some of your commenters. That shows it’s a superb story. You’ve gotten their rankles riled. I love the story even the harsh brashness of these men. You showed a seedy side. BRAVO !!!!
    Isadora 😎

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  24. A powerful story made all the more so by the last line where we learn she is in a wheelchair.

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  25. Sarah Ann says:

    Tessa’s life is not an easy one, and I don’t imagine there is ever enough snow. Well told, giving inklings at the unpleasantness of her existence.

    Liked by 1 person

  26. She’s having a hard time all round. Long may her summers be winter.

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  27. Alice Audrey says:

    That is a vivid and uncomfortable picture. You want to grab her by the wheelchair and save her.

    Liked by 1 person

  28. yarnspinnerr says:

    I realize that this is a sentiment shared here by many. Great take.

    Liked by 1 person

  29. Found your tale so well crafted, no word wasted. The bleaker side of life yes, and the narrator has a clear voice, telling it like it is for her. Well done

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  30. Dan Bohn says:

    -The characters who peopled her world – These are the words that hooked me. I knew it was going to be a rich read. Poor Tessa.

    Liked by 1 person

  31. liz young says:

    What an awful life – I hope it snows a lot where she lives.

    Liked by 1 person

  32. Laurie Bell says:

    Oh gosh… poor Tessa. So very well told. That image of the wheelchair

    Liked by 1 person

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