PHOTO PROMPT Β© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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.
Ow! The pain of loss…what a fabulous love story, Lynn
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Thank you Penny. Yes, I fear she’s lost hom for good. But she can dream. Thanks for reading π
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That’s lush and sensuous writing, Lynn
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Thank you Neil π
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What wonderfully woven words. Excellent
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Thank you, Keith. Very kind of you π
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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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Thank you Dale. Ooh, Sienna – that must have been wonderful! Yes, sad she lost him, but as they say ‘Better to have loved and lost …’ Thanks for reading π
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Yes!!
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* make that was me… not we me!
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Gorgeous imagery! Loved the words you used! Well done! β€
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Thanks so much, Courtney! And thanks for reading π
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My pleasure.. thanks for stopping by my blog! π
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My pleasure π
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sigh!!!
Beautiful and beyond , Lynn
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Thank you Moon π
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This is really lovely. Nice work.
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Thanks Josh π
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Just beautiful Lynn. Well done.
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Thank you π
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The language in this is wonderful. Really nice stuff.
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Thank you so much! And thanks for reading π
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You have a lovely way with words, dear. I read this three times to let it really sink in.
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Ah, thank you so much, Alicia. What a lovely comment. Really chuffed me, that has π So glad you liked it
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Oh, such a love story, and all in 100 words!
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Thank you so much! Glad you liked it π
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Superbly descriptive of place and emotion
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Thank you C. You’re very kind. π
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This is one of your very best, Lynn. In fact I can’t think when I’ve read such an evocative, poetic piece of prose.
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Oh, Chris! Thank you so much. What a very lovely thing to say. You’ve made my day π
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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. π
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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
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Haunting. Beautiful, lovely writing. :o)
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Thank you so much π
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Very evocative. I love the descriptions of her love for the city and her lover.
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Thanks so much. Really lovely of you π
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Dreams are wonderful – aren’t they? Love and longing for the city is quite evident and crucial for her happiness. Nicely written! Nan
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Thank you so much Nan. π
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WOW! What a beautiful and uplifting image of the city. So wonderfully worded.
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Thank you so much. π
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A beautiful story of love lost.
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Thanks so much Liz π
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Perhaps someday she will be.
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You never know James. Thanks for reading π
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Beautiful and romantic. I love the idea of her being blinded by gold…his golden skin. Very nice.
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Thank you so much! So glad you liked it
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Very lyrical and melancholic. I loved the imagery and the feeling of loss it evoked. Well written. Cheers, Varad
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked it π
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Absolutely gorgeous descriptions and great imagery, Lynn.
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Thanks so much Neel π
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Wonderful descriptions in this, Lynn.
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Thank you Clare π
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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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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 π
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I loved this, Lynn. Marvelous description. Great writing. π — Suzanne
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Thank you so much Suzanne. So glad you liked it π
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Beautifully written!
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Thanks so much π
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I absolutely love this, Lynn! And I feel there is more to the story to be told… π
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Ah, thank you Helen! Who knows what might be around the corner for my protagonist? Perhaps she’ll find another Golden Boy?
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Well, the possibilities are intriguing… π
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Indeed π
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Awww..I love the romance!
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Thank you Dawn π
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So beautiful, lyrical. I loved it!
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Thanks so much, Amie π
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Beautiful. So visceral. π
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Thanks so much Kelvin! Maybe one day she’ll turn that corner and see her golden boy again …
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