Concrete Shadows – Friday Fictioneers

Tiny hands had once grabbed at her folds of skin, a blanket for tears and a refuge for piercing fingernails. She had absorbed his pain and laughter, and it spilled into the cracks of her skin, weathered, worn, and buried there.

Myrna scuffled along the sidewalk, pebbles slowly making their way into her shoes and grinding the soles of her feet. She leaned against the statue, watching all the concrete giant sees with his eyes, hollow and stark. Her wells of tears, contained by barricades of mistrust and loneliness, pool inside of her.

She cannot speak. Her son, a stranger, does not recognize her.

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I think it’s safe to say I’m the last entry in this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Better late than never as they say.

Thanks to the talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to Claire Fuller for the lovely photo this week.

For more stories from the Fictioneers, click here.

Genre: Realistic Fiction (104 words)

Copyright – Claire Fuller

 

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54 thoughts on “Concrete Shadows – Friday Fictioneers

      1. Music + Short Stories= Creative Theme – Here is my newest clip.

        Lyrics:

        Like the breeze gently unmatched.
        Like a flower bending in the breeze
        Bend with me, sway with ease
        When we dance you have a way with me
        Feeling like a feather in the breeze

        And The clip

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      2. Mihran,
        Greetings! Yes, I do reside in California. Born here as well. I still enjoy living here, and prefer Northern California to Southern. Thanks so much. I appreciate that.

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      3. Thank you Amy for responding back to me – It seems we both live in California – I myself between San Diego ( Coronado Island) & Calabasas. Wow

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      4. Oh, I didn’t know you lived in San Diego! I used to live there a while back. Love San Diego. That’s the only part of So Cal I like. 🙂

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  1. Enjoyed your story, could feel the pebbles grinding the soles of my feet. I gave up on even getting a story written for this prompt, maybe tomorrow will be better. 🙂 Congrats on still getting it done!

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  2. Dear Amy, You are such a good writer, but I am really hooked up to an electrical machine (e-gads!) and for some reason, I can’t figure out what’s going on here. I’m sure it’s brilliant – and you are so talented – could you give me a hint? Thanks, Nan

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    1. Well, I’m describing a mother who is now homeless and sees her son on the street and he doesn’t recognize her. She is like the statue to him. He doesn’t really see her. Does that help? Hope so!

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    1. I’m glad you could see the passage of time there, Alistair. I wasn’t sure if that was getting across very well. They drifted apart. It’s sad when that happens, but I always feel your family is always your family, no matter what.

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  3. Recently, I watched a video, an experiement conducted by a group of students. In the first part, a man (dressed to appear homeless) collapsed, moaning on the sidewalk. People just walked around him as if he were a shrub or sack of trash. It was 20 minutes before anyone before actually spoke to him or offered help. In the next scene, same location, the same man was dressed as a business man. The moment he collapsed people came running from all directions offering help. It was a very heartbreaking and thought provoking video–just like your story. Well done, my friend.

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    1. I could totally envision this situation you describe in the video, Russell, unfortunately. It seems the worse off you are, the harder it is to be on the receiving end of help. It’s so sad, because I think it could very well happen to anyone. People in my own family have been pretty close to a homeless situation. Thanks so much, Russell. Your comments mean a lot to me.

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    1. I think both the son and the mother are lost from each other. I wrote another sad one, Frank, but I’m glad I could surprise you anyway. Maybe I should go for something happy next week. The prompt, however, does not look happy. I guess that could be my challenge.

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  4. I’m starting to feel like I will never catch up and that I should just start over. Then I read something like this and know I am grateful I didn’t miss it. Thanks for keeping me on track.
    This one definitely breaks my heart.

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    1. Wow, Michelle! It looks like you got all caught up in record time! That didn’t take long at all. Thanks so much for taking the time. I’m so grateful.
      Thanks, I know it’s a sad one. I think that’s why my next two were on the humorous side.

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