A little late this week. Couldn’t be helped. Life and all that got in the way! But, better late than never, I say! Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, on a Thursday (by the skin of my teeth). Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is celebrating her fourth year as a Friday Fictioneer – first as a participant and now as a wonderful hostess. Happy Fictioneeriversary, Rochelle! This is, apparently, a repeat image from Madison Woods, former hostess (before my time). Great image indeed. Check out the other fabulous participants’ versions by clicking on the blue frog. How about YOU try it too?
Word Count: 100
I am bleeding out. Oh, you can’t see the blood, but I might as well be covered in it. I can feel it oozing from every pore.
Remember that old children’s rhyme: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me”? Let me tell you, that is so not true – no matter what our folks said! They can and do harm. Horrid words have been slewed about this house lately, by all of us, and I feel as if I’ve blindly walked into a barbed wire fence, not my body, but my heart, ripped to shreds.