Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
– The Small Things –
“They are important to you?”
He was very young, barely a man.
I surmised that he had no recollection of what had gone before; few of us remained these days.
I scratched my neck, meditatively at first, then realised that I was worrying at another flea-bite. The damned things had returned.
“Well, yes. They remind me of a special person in my life.”
Fear ghosted his face, a fleeting spectre marring his innocence.
“One item reminds you of one person? You have lost that many?”
I nodded, silent.
His mask of youth slipped.
He knew. Somehow, he knew.
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Freya Writes... 
Excellent
Like the “little froggy” 🙂
🙂
What does he know? I want to find out, lol 🙂
Now that would be telling… 🙂
aging happens quickly with loss
love the mystery behind this…
Thank you, moondustwriter. I appreciate your comments.
Excellent creation of suspense Freya. Well done.
Thank you!
It’s the small things in life that matter, appropriate title, nice story.
Thank you, camgal. Yes, it is the small things, and not necessarily (in fact, least of all) physical things. Kind words, love, good deeds.
Well done. I enjoyed this .
Thank you, Sandra.
Dear Freya,
A sad, reflective tale. Nicely written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle. Shanah Tovah!
Dear Freya,
Your story hit home in a number of ways. I have not lost in that fashion, yet I feel what she does and what he did, such was the power of your words. A very moving effort this week.
Aloha,
Doug
Thank you, Doug. I’m pleased that it moved you.
The mystery of loss. Some things are better left unsaid, and you’ve certainly left a lot to be wondered about here.
Blame the word limit, sweetie! 🙂 I do like to keep everyone guessing… Less is more.
Quite a bit of mystery here. “His mask of youth slipped” – excellent sentence!
Thank you, Gabriella. We all wear masks, consciously or otherwise, don’t you think?
I hope not too many and not all the time.
All at once wold be suffocation!
Indeed!
Thanks…for your visit. I do try to write each piece to stand on it’s own. Though that doesn’t always happen.
Ghosts and masks…and mirrors. That’s what most memories are. I quite agree we wear as many masks as hats. And sometimes that weight…slips and and sometimes defies gravity.
Hi Freya,
That last line leaves me hungry for more. You should think about moving ahead with this story. It has a dynamite beginning. Ron
Thank you so much, Ron. I’m pleased you enjoyed it.
what does he know?? on second thought, i don’t think i wanna know… this story’s haunting in a number of ways. well done.
Thank you, kz.
So much here to admire, Freya – I love the “fear ghosted his face” line, especially! This one will stay with me a while; so many unanswered questions! Excellent. 🙂
Thank you, Joanna! 🙂
Emotional and mysterious. Love it.
Thank you, Mr Binks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Mysterious and full of loss. It sounds like something bad has happened….I’d like to read more!
Thank you, Erin. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
This is a sad tale.. full of melancholy and loss still told very tenderly… well done.
Thank you, Bjorn.
Very strong. The line, ‘One item reminds you of one person? You have lost that many?’ is so telling. I don’t think we need to know the details of what’s happened. That’s enough. Well told.
Thank you, Sarah Ann. I do like to leave enough small spaces for readers to ponder over – in this case, the ‘what’ remains a mystery. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Very moving and well written Freya. I like the use of the mask slipping, we all wear them from time to time don’t we?
Well done
Dee
Thank you, Dee. Yes, indeed we do.