Genre: Fiction
Word count: 100
Dreams
It never failed. The train passed by exactly at four o’clock every afternoon while I lazed away in the field, dreaming, hiding from my chores. I imagined myself hopping on it one day, taking me away from here.
I wanted to see the world. I was going to GO places! The city was calling me: the hustle and bustle of “real” life was out there, not here in this endless nothingness. I was ready to go out there and see it for myself. Mom wanted me to go out there and find what I was looking for.
Then Dad died.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 Word Stories
Photo prompt: Copyright © Jennifer Pendergast
Well Done!! Want more!
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Thanks, Sammy! Always keep ’em wanting! (So I hear….) 🙂
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Great beginning to a story. The picture appears to me as bars on a jail cell. Seems appropriate in relation to what you’ve written.
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Thank you, kind sir. It took me forever to come up with something for this image. 100 words doesn’t give much room. Some of the other writers are simply amazing. I am striving…
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But that’s the fun part or challenge of writing micro fiction, right? 😊 I think you may underestimate this piece. If the object is to tell a story in 100 words you certainly did that, with a great hook at the end. It opens up all kinds of possibilities in the readers mind. Mission accomplished.
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Well then. I thank you even more!
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The beginning of a novel has never sounded better. :O)
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Thanks, Paul!
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You’re getting really good at this Friday thing Dale.
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Awww…shucks…
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début prometteur… 🙂
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@”Then Dad died.” – RIP…
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Merci, Madame!
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He desperately wants to go but feels that he can’t. Sad ending. Nicely done.
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Thank you…like so many that feel they must.
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Great (but sad) last line, which suddenly changes everything in your protagonist’s life.
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Indeed. Thanks for commenting!
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Sounds like a synopsis on the cover of a really good book! Nice one.
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Thanks, Rosey!
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All too often in life cruel exigencies prevent dreams from being realised. I felt sorry for the girl and wanted to know what happened to her. Doubtless she felt beholden to stay with her Mum.
Well done, Dale, for making me wonder.
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Thank you, Satah. It happened to a former co-worker. That obligation which prevented her from “going out there”…
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Same here, want more!
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😀
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BTW, did the elves to show up?
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They did…I am writing about it later tioday!
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Very good!
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What happened???
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Went to a Mary Kay conference all day then went dancing till the wee hours!
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Sounds fun!
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So much change in that last line.. I could see that the chores becoming a duty.. and a life of constant whatifs..
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Thanks Björn…so often can happen…
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Well written. there re so many times that ‘a home event’ will steer life a completely different way.
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Thanks Roger. So true!
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Lots of potential here for a really good story.
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Thanks Sandra!
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Dear Dale,
After such an uplifting beginning and tale of hope, the last line left a lump in my throat. With three words you added another chapter.
Very well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thanks so much. To think I had so much trouble getting this one going!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Dale
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I agree that the last line changes everything. Gulp. Death has that way of forcing change and new outlooks. I hope you’re are doing well, Dale.
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Thanks, Amy. I just hope my boys don’t ever hold themselves back for me! I’ll make sure they don’t
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You pull the rug from right under me as I hit the last line. Brilliant. Want to know more!!!
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Thanks Cheryl! You know, when I started the story, I had no idea it would go there!
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Your story in 100 words is a gem, beginning with the picture of the train coupling. Your ending is an end and another sort of beginning.
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Thank you Vivi. It’s funny… I thought my story was lame at first; now I must change my mind as the feedback has been so positive.
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Three words at the end gave this story the power punch. WOW … SUPER WRITE !!!!
Isadora 😎
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Thank you so much Isadora!
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I like it. Good evocation. I could see your dreamer lying in the field.
Be well,
Tracey
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Thanks, Tracey!
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A death can really put a kink in one’s dreams…
but then again, one can always pick up the pieces and start over again later.
The train does come every day at 4 PM after all.
Randy
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Indeed Randy! Obligations/choices are often misinterpreted or misguided…
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It leaves me wanting more: that has to be good.
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Yes! Thanks, Mick!
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Very sad. Happens a lot I guess. Hope your protagonist finds a way to be happy.
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Me too!
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That’s great Dale, the longing for adventure and being brought back to reality – it reminds me of the tragedy of Its a Wonderful Life, where George never got to follow his dreams.
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Indeed’ Andrea!
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This was a tough prompt for me too. It’s odd, but some of the FFs I just think are so-so get rave reviews, and some I think are very good don’t rate too high with the readers. That’s writing for you. 🙂
As for this piece, it was the final line that pushed it over the top. We all have these dreams and plans, then life happens and everything changes. You showed us that brilliantly. Well done.
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I hear ya, Russell ~ same for me.
Thank you so much for your comments!
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The last line, as so many have stated, is a game changer. Glad this is “Fiction!” A bittersweet tale for sure.
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Sadly it is not fiction for many (a fotmer co-worker comes to mind…)
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So sorry to hear that. Well done…
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Thank you! Just as she was about to “fly the coop”, her father passed away and she felt she couldn’t leave her mother; needless to say, she got stuck for years and years until her mother died… she was in her fifties before she was officially “independent”!
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Wow, there’s more there… it’s one thing to care about those you love, another to sacrifice your life for them. What a sad story.
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Wow, so good, and yet such a feeling of sadness permeates through. Excellent job!
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Thank you very much!
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And suddenly everything changes. Totally turned the story around. Nice one.
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Thank you!!
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Good story, Dale. I loved the description, the dreams of a young person. The ending said it all. Well written. — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne! Much appreciated.
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I think he should take his mom and the two of them should get on that train.
Good story.
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I agree! Then they both could have an adventure!
Thank you!
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