Friday Fictioneers : The Golden Boy

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Five minutes in the old city and she was lost.

Countless winding alleyways walled with golden stone, scented with spices or stables or wine, hustling with traders and patched thieves. She didn’t care. She would have worn the city as a coat, eaten every crumbling temple, sunk into its foundations like good, sweet rain, she loved it so.

The city was him. He had worn it on his skin like cologne, grown golden in its reflected rays.

Now he had slipped into the desert forever. But some days she could imagine turning a corner, being blinded by gold …


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. Write a tale and read the other wonderful stories here.

70 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : The Golden Boy

  1. I love this… well, especially the beginning because that we me in Sienna last September! I was totally in love with being in Tuscany I could have been swallowed up whole.

    So very sad for her that she lost him…

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  2. Wow, Lynn you really captured the atmosphere to a “T.” Have you been there before? I could wander around the Old City a lot. In America we never see anything over 400 years old or so.

    Good story experience and metaphorical love story!

    Five out of five falafels. 🙂

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    1. Ha! Love falafel! No, sadly, I’ve never been. But what a place. History in every nook and cranny. Steeped in the stuff. Thank you so much for reading and for leaving such a generous comment


  3. Great take Lynn and well executed. I like the idea of a place being so linked with a person they become one in her mind. It’s sad she loses him, especially as the place will always remind her of him

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    1. Thank you Michael. Some places you do associate with certain people, don’t you? If you’ve had a particularly wonderful (or dreadful!) time there together. Thanks so much for reading 🙂


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