Today’s Friday Fictioneer photo was submitted by J Hardy Carroll ~ thank you! And thanks to our Fairy Blog Mother for including it for today’s prompt!
Roselia saw things in black and white. No grey maybes in her world.
Last week we fought over nothing.
Eat at Rock-n-Rogers or Sandy-Ds?
Hell, the difference between a good burger and a good burger.
Who cares?
Roselia.
There we were in her ’59 Caddy. She’s driving, flappin’ her lips about Sandy’s.
I’m glaring out the window thinking about cars flying off cliffs; people caught inside like birds in silver cages.
Before I know it, all at one time I open the door, jerk the wheel and leap out.
Plenty of grey in my world now. I like it like that.
Up From the Ashes 
Is the grey the grey of freedom? Or is it the bump on the head?
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Think Aretha Franklin
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Wow, extreme solution! Great writing.
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Yeah, kinda’! Thanks, Iain. Some folks just think that way, no in-between.
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There is a kind of relief and acceptance in this; the idea that life is not binary.
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I think they were both a little off their rockers! Thanks James.
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Kind of drastic, no? Guess some people just can’t say goodbye with words…
Great writing.
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At first, I was thinking of a Thelma and Louise scenario then some random dude took over as the MC. Ah, such is life. Thanks for reading.
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I like it!
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A watershed moment — for both! Things will never be the same. Excellent writing.
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Thanks very much
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You’re welcome.
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Terrific work. Really took the prompt and drove off with it.
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Ha! Thank you.
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Flapping her lips is great, is it a common phrase? Enjoyed this, I hope the car wasn’t moving when she leapt out.
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Flapping her lips is a term my mom and grandmother used for talking without saying much. And it was the guy who got out of the car and Roselia who flew off the cliff in the car. Thanks for wondering. Lish
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like the song says, freedom is just another word when you got nothing to lose. 🙂
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Exactly! Maybe he won’t get caught.
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Dear Lish,
Thelma and Louise popped into my head. I guess in his mind freedom meant nothing left to lose. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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If he gets caught, he will certainly lose. Thanks, Rochelle
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Wow, a bit extreme, some might say. Though I guess “some” didn’t have to put up with Roselia… 🙂
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True that! Thanks, Ali
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A dark story, Lish. You had me thinking Thelma and Louise and then the guy jumps out and suddenly it’s a murder. Great twist, with excellent foreshadowing. I liked the voice, too.
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Thank you, Penny, you are always so kind.
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Prisons are grey. So I hear.
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Or institutional green. 😉
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Well that’s one way to get a bit of peace and quiet!
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Desperate times.
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You packed a lot of action, mental, emotional and physical, into a short story, Alicia.
Terrific piece of writing.
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Thanks, kind sir!
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I thought Thelma and Louise a while… but there was another exit… they say you dream in black and white… so I opt for a coma..
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Ah, interesting! Thanks, Bjorn. Stay safe.
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I do not know why but the white cliffs of Dover come to mind.
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That works…. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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