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Never Again – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday afternoon, Readers… well, for those of you on Eastern Standard Time, anyway! Our wonderful leader Rochelle has once again left us with an intriguing photo, this time supplied by Roger Bultot. Dunno how my mind went where it went – just know that it is fiction! Should you want to try your hand at this lovely challenge, please click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs. It’s fun and addictive, I assure you! For more stories, click on the blue frog below. You are sure to be entertained.

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Never Again

She lay on her back, eyes fixated on the ceiling. The lights wavered and blurred as her thoughts took her back to that time so long ago. A memory she was sure she had buried so deep it would never come back. But that’s not how it worked, did it? You could pretend something didn’t happen, even make yourself believe it didn’t; but it did. No amount of wishing it away would make it disappear completely.

She mentally shook herself back to the present. She was no longer that vulnerable girl. She would never allow that happen to her again.

110 thoughts on “Never Again – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Powerful and oh-so-often true. Well done, Dale.
    We cannot always control what memory drags up from the deepest wells. We cannot undo what had taken place. All we can do is do our best to decide what we’d do WITH that stuff–the memories, the events, the things that shouldn’t have taken place yet had.
    Your piece lets it all be there. Nicely done.
    Na’ama
    PS did you know this is a photo of the main hall of the NYC Custom House? πŸ™‚

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  2. Q,

    Damn good writing, and you always veer off from what others might be seeing in the picture. With outstanding results, I might add.

    This one is dark, and you didn’t know you were going that way until those creative juices caught the wave and just went with it. The feeling you get is the seed of the idea you grow into being.

    And umm, I called it earlier with that Stephen King text! Because I just checked and that’s the result I got!

    To great story telling . . .

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  3. We do have a way of repressing those dark memories, but invariably the oftentimes resurface. I enjoyed the subtlety of your story and the ending where she determines to never let “that” happen to her again. Well-done!

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  4. Dale, I got confused on the sentence, “But that’s now how it worked, did it?” Should the word “now” be “not?”

    As for the premise, it was good and something we can all relate too. Buried memories always come back to haunt us.

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  5. giving me chills!
    Yesterday I heard of a guy who looked after his ill wife for 16 years before she died who said: The secret is to be master of your worries and not let them master you….. I wish I’d always known that! πŸ˜‰

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