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Rochelle Wisoff-Field
He died on a Friday morning as the sun was beginning to escape from behind the clouds; some said it was his wife checking whether he was joining her yet because he always kept her waiting and was never on time. Those he left behind never did feel the same again, they didn’t realise how much of a big part on their lives he was and the gap he would leave. After the tears had been poured and the pain dulled the memories would still live on they said, as they lowered my father and my hero into the ground.
‘He died’ Was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word story challenge inspired by a photo prompt. Hop over to Rochelle’s blog for instructions on how to join in.
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I loved “after the tears had been poured”
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thanks 🙂 there are always more tears to cry, once you think they have stopped they always come back for more.
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Dear Claire,
It’s hard to lose a loved one, particularly a hero. I liked the way you clued us into one of his quirks, ie always being late. Nicely done.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hey,
Thanks I hope I did it right lol 🙂
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The good memories are always the best part…
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A sad day…
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This is a sad little story. Well done.
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thank you x
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How sad but beautiful.
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thank you
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Nicely told story. I loved the idea that his wife was waiting for him. I hope it was a long wait.
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It’s sad when we only realize too late what people meant to us. Good story.
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thank you
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Well done, you described the pain of losing a loved one brilliantly
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I liked the bit about his wife waiting for him – it told me something about the man that was lost, and included the reader in one of the memories that lived in his family’s heart after he was gone.
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Thank you
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