PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Shutters make the windows turn a blind eye – always a blind eye. A breeze blows the limbs of skeletal trees, bony twigs ticking a non-rhythm. Gates hold tufted grass and last year’s crisply fallen leaves prisoner.
A Death’s Head moth – woken early by a fragile burst of sun – batters his powdery wings against the bars. Once, twice, he bounces against the metal then away, flitting over the condemned cells, the exercise yard – the long drop – his careless freedom mocking the forgotten dead.
The breeze steals away to brighter places and leaves the building to its past.
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Saw this lovely photo prompt (originally from Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioners) on Ga H Learner’s blog and had to join in. Two pic prompts in one day? What am I like?
See the full rules here.
Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
hauntingly beautiful flash
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Thanks so much for the reblog and your lovely words, Lori. You’re very kind 🙂
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The breeze steals away to brighter places and leaves the building to its past. I love that line!
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Thank you! Such a great picture. I liked the idea of an old prison that was so dominant when in use and has now lost its power. I don’t blame the breeze – I’d move on too 🙂 Thanks for reading
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sometimes, moving on is all you can do.
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Very true
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This is a gossamer-fine poem of a piece. Lovely
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Thank you so much. I always think of myself as a prose writer, but with flash it’s very easy to tip over into poetry – for me anyway.
Thank you – very kind
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That’s beautiful. You set a perfect atmosphere with amazing detail. Too many lines I love to chose one. 🙂
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Thank you so much – you’re very kind. Lovely photo that I found very inspiring. Thanks for reading 🙂
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It might not be cheerful as you pointed out, but it is riddled with beautiful, haunting imagery.
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Thank you so much 🙂 I wonder if a closed prison is a more cheerful place than an open one? I’ll avoid both, I think 🙂
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Any prison that holds cheer might not be a prison after all.
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It’s have to hold everything you could possibly want as well – loved ones especially. Seems tough on the loved ones to be keeping them locked up!
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Very poetically written piece. well done. Love the moth and its powdery wings.
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Thank you Mick! Very kind of you 🙂
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I love your word choices here.
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Thank you. Loved that photo and just had to write a story about it. Thanks for reading 🙂
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A very descriptive and well written piece, Lynn. I enjoyed it.
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Thank you very much – very kind of you
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Wow, that is a write with serious power! Thanks!
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Ah, thank you! Really kind of you 🙂
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I mean it, Lynn, it was powerful. Knocked me for a loop and I had to reread it a couple of times.
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Really, thank you. It still surprises and delights me when someone likes what I’ve written. And especially if they take the time to tell me so. Thank you 🙂
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So well described, that the atmosphere got right into me. Well done
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Wow, thank you Mike. What a lovely thing to say. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Beautifully written. The evocation was great.
Tracey
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Thank you very much Tracey. Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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The bit about the moth was especially good. Saw that one immediately, that image. 🙂
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Thank you Walt! Your feedback – as always – highly valued 🙂
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My pleasure, Lynn.
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Beautiful! I like the way you draw the reader through the scene and then away on that breeze.
I love the resonance of death, dead; prisoner, steals etc. Very cleverly done.
(The only word I’d change (not that it’s mine to change!) is the word prisoner which I’d put after the word hold.)
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Ooh, that’s a good spot – I agree, it would read much better like that. So hard to see these things in your’e own writing sometimes 🙂 And thank you for the gracious words – you’re very kind 🙂
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Beautifully descriptive, and a lovely abandoned atmosphere; I really like this.
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Thanks so much Claire. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I love the poetry in this, and the imagery.
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Thanks so much Liz. You’re very kind. I enjoyed writing it too 🙂
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Dear Lynn,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I’m glad you decided to join in and give it a go. Lovely, haunting imagery.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle. Have floated around the edges of Friday Fictioneers for a while, reading but not diving in. But that last photo was very inspiring. 🙂 Thanks for the prompt and thanks for reading
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What a beautiful, descriptive piece. I feel like I’m floating along with the breeze over the scene. Great atmosphere and language. Welcome to FF, Lynn.
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Thanks very much Amy. I found the photo very inspiring. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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