What is Friday Fictioneers? Week after week, our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields provides a photo as a starting point for us to write short-short pieces of fiction – the goal is to tell a complete story in 100 words. Interested? Try it yourself and post your version for us to share!
Looking at this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, what caught my attention is that the couple aren’t looking at each other at all. Are they happy? We can’t tell from their expressions – they might be exhausted, grieving, angry and sullen, or deeply content to be together. But how to make all that into a 100 word story?
So I tried something completely different: my first ever sonnet. Please tell me what you think of it!
Gently a hand caresses curling hair,
Strokes face, tight-lipped like stone and turned away.
His eyes are closed; his heart insists she’s fair;
His ears will never hear what strangers say.
Held still beneath a hand that weighs like stone
Despairing eyes press tight to hold in tears.
She will not look. She’ll never be alone.
She wishes she dared speak, but no one hears.
What if these two could bring themselves to move,
To look around and speak and smile and part?
Set free to dance or quarrel, hate or love,
Unpetrified, to make a fresher start…
How will their story end? We’ll never see
Unless their stone can crack and set flesh free.