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Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night – Friday Fictioneers

Yessiree, Bob, it’s Wednesday!  That means it’s Friday Fictioneers time!  This week’s photo is donated by the talented writer, Sarah Potter.   Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields sure knows how to pick ’em!

Should you wish to participate – go ahead, it’s loads of fun and quite addictive! – click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to.  If you simply with to see what a variety of stories this image has created, then click on zee frog!

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Word count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night

Her mood was black.  As black as the night.  She was angry at him but mostly at herself for allowing him to treat her like trash.  He called her nasty names and she was taken aback.  Were the words he threw at her true?  Was she really like that?  All she had done was answer his question truthfully, with kindness.  “Truth hurts,” she thought.

While nursing her wounded soul, she hadn’t noticed the snow falling, sparkling up the night, covering up the dark.

I know who I am.  I am none of those things.  Those words are his, not mine.

81 thoughts on “Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Oh dear, sometimes the tongue lashes out and cuts like a whip. I hate those moments in life where words cannot be taken back and there’s a deep wound left behind. Best they go their separate ways for the night and sleep on things. Maybe when they awake to sunlight sparkling on a white world, things won’t be so bleak and they’ll kiss and make up, or decide to move onto snowy pastures new.

  2. Harsh, unkind words can leave scars that last a lifetime. Believe in yourself and who you are, never let anyone tear you down! My experience has taught me that 🙂 Thank goodness (Dale) for the kind people I have in my life 🙂

  3. Well, she shouldn’t have asked him if that dress made her look fat.

    And he should have had better sense than to be brutally honest.

    Personally, I think they could both use some counseling. CE could clean this mess up in no time, and without any blasted typos either.

  4. People are such strange things, they ask for snow and then complain because it’s cold. If he didn’t want to know, he shouldn’t have asked. I’m just glad that she understands that the fault is not hers, that the poison is all his.

  5. Thank goodness the quiet of the snow gave her space to contemplate what was going on in this relationship. We do not have to pick up the baggage others try to thrust upon us.

  6. You had me at Yessiree, Bob! I could fill this comment box with adjectives, I’m wordy like that, but I’ll just say thanks for making your character refuse to accept [his] words.

  7. This was beautifully written. I love the reference to the words he threw at her. Words can be deadly weapons.

  8. This hit home with me as I was once in that lady’s shoes.
    Some of us take a little longer to learn the lesson……..
    Thanks for sharing 🙂
    – Lisa

  9. I’m pleased she took her power back in the end. Many, many women don’t and fall prey to men who tear them down to nothing. Powerful write on the prompt, Dale. You finsihed it up with hope for her. Let’s believe she’ll stay strong.
    Isadora 😎

  10. It can be so easy to turn pain and hurt inward on ourselves. Fake it ’til you make it, sooth yourself and fill that pain with reassurance… you’ve really painted a clear picture of abuse, and inner strength, Dale. Nice job!

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