Friday Fictioneers-Who Knew

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompt for this week. I think I’ve become a FriFic addict. It’s far better to be addicted to writing than other things, I guess. The genre is romance. Of course. A heartbreaker. Of course. BTW it’s the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of my blog. Woot, woot!!!

fireworks-lora-mitchell2Fireworks: photo courtesy of Lora Mitchell

She held his hand and hoped she would feel something. A squeeze. Caress of the palm with a fingertip. Anything. The fireworks in the sky lit up their faces and the balmy summer night. She turned to face him. No words were exchanged. Not once did he look her way. She released his hand and turned back to the spectacle before them. She knew it was over. There was nothing left. He was done with her. With her shoes held in her left hand, she walked down the beach. Away from him. From their life. Knowing their story was over.

**My darlin’, I miss you. My darlin’, who knew. Who knew….**

59 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Who Knew

  1. Dear Renee,
    This almost reads like a poem. Tears from the author translate to tears from the reader. You have grown as a writer since you first came to us. Nice to see. Happy anniversary on your blog.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

    • Rochelle,

      Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m not sure where this story came from, but it took about 10 minutes to write. I was only one word over when it was in rough draft. Your photo prompts move me. And they make me more proud of my work. I thank you for your criticisms too. For how will I grow, if I don’t learn to take the bad with the good? I appreciate every word.

      Fondly, Renee

  2. You cry because it hits the heart – right where you want the words to strike. It echoes against the chambers that feel the emptiness of loss. Beautifully done Renee – and Happy Anniversary!!

    • I believe she still felt for him, but he no longer did. It’s sad when love dies.

      Thanks for your kind comment my dear. I’m glad you felt it. I did too, when I was writing it.

  3. Congratulations on your one year. Mine is coming up soon, although I’ll have to check to see what date. I’m sure WordPress will remind me. 🙂 I hope your narrator has better luck next time. At least she had a beautiful good-bye.

  4. Happy Anniversary on your blog! Congrats. I enjoyed this piece. Somehow the background of the fireworks in the sky puts a new emphasis on the personal fireworks, and a time to ask, “Is there anything here or left worth holding to?” Well done!

    • Thank you so much. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. I’ve learned so much. I will continue to do so. I’m glad you saw the story as I did. It was a heartbreaker to write. Can you believe it took 10 minutes?? I’m so glad you read it.

    • Thank you my dear on both counts. I’m glad you liked my story. I bawled when I proofread it. I’m so happy you felt it too. I hope you’re doing well hon.

      XOXOXOXOXO, Renee

      • I love it and hate it when that happens. The great thing is that we, your readers, felt those intense emotions. Now I love it when I “feel” through others words. Thanks for making me feel!

        I am listening to the video you put up “Carry On” right now. Oh, I like it. Stars!🙂

        I am breathing slowly and trying to keep this wildly racing mind calm.🙂 Many hugs and and smiles to you!

  5. Congrats on your First B-Day… I know it’s corny, but deserved. One year lead to two, it’s been fun hasn’t it, and you’ve learned a lot?

    You really conveyed her empty sadness in convincing herself what she knew to be true… and when it should have been a happy time with the fireworks and all. I felt a bit sad for him too. Nice.

    • Thank you so much. I always thought I was a woman that talked too much. Little did I realize it would translate into a passion for writing. I never in a million years thought that I would write stories of heartbreak and so many others. I never knew. Now I can’t get the stories to stop. Which is good. Most of the time. Sometimes it makes me downright exhausted. See! I told you I talk a lot!

      I’m glad you felt the story. It’s what I was going for. It’s sad when love dies. For the one it dies within first and then the one that has to go without that love and move on. I feel sad for him too. He’ll be lost without her. She, without him.

      Love, Renee

  6. Happy Bloggiversary, Renee. It seems as though we began our blogging adventures right around the same time. It’s been an incredible year; I would imagine you feel as grateful as I do, to have met some fantastically creative, kind, and brilliant people. Let us hope this next year brings us much of the same!

    Blessings,
    Cara

    • Hi there my sweet Cara. Thanks for such a kind comment. I’m glad you’re enjoying your adventure. I know I am. It’s been a learning experience that’s for sure. I’ve met some writers that have done nothing but astound me. I’ve learned so much. I feel so welcome here. I know that I have a lot to learn. I never realized that I could write. Now I’m writing a book. WOW! What are you doing now that you never thought you would? I will be sure to read you hon. We’ll learn from each other. Keep the dream going. We can only get better.🙂

      Take care and keep writing!

      Love, Renee

  7. Dear Renee,

    And there’s absolutely no way to hide that body language, is there? Great story and well told.

    Congratulations on year number one. Fireworks came at just the right moment, eh?

    Aloha,

    Doug

    • Good morning Doug,

      I do believe you are right about the fireworks. I’m glad you liked the story. It still surprises me when a story comes to me so quickly. It took me 10 minutes to write it. It broke my heart and made me cry. You are so right about body language. It speaks volumes doesn’t it? I welcome your comments and criticisms. Thank you.

      Love, Renee

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