Friday Fictioneers : Afterwards, on rainy days

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


 

Afterwards, on rainy days Claire would wrap a blanket around her shoulders and dash to the arbour bench by the pond. Feet tucked up. Fat plops of rain falling from the roof, balding the lawn.

She would stare at the buttermilk pods of waterlilies, at the green discs of their leaves, at droplets gathering and rolling like mercury.

Watching the ripples form and grow, she would think of Mark, how he dropped into her life, how the ripples of his actions reached further than she could ever have imagined.

How they continued to spread, even though he was gone.

 


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the pic and write a story. Don’t forget to share, read and comment on other tales too – here.

What can I tell you – I saw the art work in the picture and thought of ripples on the surface of a pond.

 

59 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : Afterwards, on rainy days

  1. Love the rhetorical spell you cast, and agree that the start and title “Afterwards, on rainy days” is a great entry to the story. A lovely metaphor. Loved the water as mercury imagery especially.

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  2. Dear Lynn,

    You’ve done it again (and again). The brush with which you paint your compositions is supple and dripping with color. Lush imagery with a heartbreaking ending. So very well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. What a fascinating story. The description is, as always, excellent. The construction is impeccable, from ‘afterwards’ to ‘gone’. And you intrigue me mightily by making it the rain that draws her to the arbour!
    Lovely piece, Lynn.

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    1. Thank so much Penny and I’m so glad you thought it worked. Some of these stories take some jiggling with and then the words seem to fall into place, a rhythm forms and it feels ‘right’ .Always room for improvement of course. Thank you again

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  4. Week after week we are gifted with your beautifully descriptive stories. This was one such story. I didn’t even feel sad because I know how she feels… “Afterwards…” Just lovely.

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    1. Thank you so much Dale. I’m really glad you liked it. I think her ‘afterwards’ is complicated – mixed emotions abound. So glad you liked it and thank you for your generous comment

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  5. Lovely reflection on the impressions people make on us – and the ripples they create and bequeath to us. Some more than others. We all know who the special ones are.

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  6. Love your take on the prompt… the ripples of our actions…if we could only see them in their entirety…

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  7. Ah, I hadn’t seen those as ripples on water. How could I have missed that? Ripples are amazing! Absolutely lovely take on the prompt.
    “how he dropped into her life, how the ripples of his actions reached further than she could ever have imagined” Beautiful

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    1. Ah, thank you so much Lish. Really glad you liked it. I confess, I saw a flying saucer at first but thought others might too, so stared at the image for a bit longer and saw those ripples. Thanks so much for the lovely comment

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  8. The association is perfect. Like the gravel gardens with perfect circles… and the imagery you paint is so beautiful, yet it doesn’t distract from the deeper story in there. This makes me curious about the characters.

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  9. You capture that sense of loss in the stark, spare final sentence — an object lesson in how to convey a lot in so little. And buttressed of course by what comes before.

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    1. Thanks so much Chris. And thank you for reading. Trying to press on through a RD rewrite at the mo, so largely absent from WP. Hope all well with you 🙂

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      1. You’re welcome! And, oh crikey, I still haven’t posted the RD draft back, it’s all wrapped up and waiting for a trip to the Post Office. So sorry, I’ll do it tomorrow!

        Yes, all’s well, thanks. Just easing out of hibernation mode, I think. 😁

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      2. No worries, truly. And let me know what I owe you for the postage – don’t want you to be out of pocket. Waiting for spring here. Managed a few hours in the garden yesterday, but a good spell of sunshine, sans rain, would be nice 🙂

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