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Installation – Friday Fictioneers

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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!

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Copyright – Sean Fallon

– Installation –

“Hey, Gene, look at this! They must have taken over the outside space as well!”

“I love the juxtaposition of its comment on the destruction of society… ooh, it’s so clever, I could eat it right up!”

“I know… especially when you think about the decadence inside, not to mention the gallery itself, established by patriarchy, funded by private industry. It really is something.”

“Look, I’m going to take a few photos. This will fit into my PhD thesis. My professor will be stunned.”

“Mind your backs, guys! Watch out for the dustcart!”

“Hey! Stop! This is a great work of art!”

“Err, no, it’s not. The dress shop next door is having a re-fit.”

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Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Gloria! – dVerse Poetics

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Something strange is happening in the ether. This week’s dVerse Poetics prompt yet again seems to have a certain connection with the unravelling of my own family history. I must confess, it’s like removing layer after layer of a very large onion!

This week’s prompt is all things Italian. Luckily for me (since I haven’t visited Italy), we don’t need to be obvious in how we interpret this prompt. As a bit of background, my mum used to take me to Birmingham Museums and Art Gallery every time we went into town, and I loved it. I now know that this place holds very strong and extremely fond memories for her, which adds to the joy of my own memories of our visits, which I adored.

I hope you enjoy my small snippet from my childhood – and take a look at all the other offerings on dVerse as well!

– Gloria! –

I spent my childhood here, or so it seems
A small girl, grasping her mother’s hand
Gazing open-mouthed at the glories above
Light reflecting on oil,
Paintings as lustrous as if they were finished only yesterday
And the brushes still resting, waiting to be cleaned.
If only I could reach up and touch
I just knew that my fingertips would pull away slick –
Sticky with vermillion, regal blue and baby-blush rose
A tiny remnant of Madonna and Child

 

 

Violated – VisDare 36

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Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Implore’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!

The photo is below, and my piece follows. It’s somewhat of a continuation from two previous VisDare entries, here (33) and here (34) Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

– Violated – 

She was chewing on her bottom lip again. I felt a thrill as her impurities – bitten-down fingernails, a bruise yellowing on roughened knuckles – unfurled before me. She was like a rose, blowsy with over-exposure to the sun.

She had a story. She was real.

“But what is it, Mr Riordan? What does it represent?”

“You tell me.”

She studied the photograph, peering closer, her breath misting the paper’s sheen.

I waited.

“It’s a portrayal of loss, of longing, of disappointment, of betrayal, of hopes dashed and destroyed. It’s about possessing someone until you can’t see them any more.”

Her cheeks flushed. She had stripped herself bare with the words as they poured from her mouth.

“So many invisible people,” she whispered.

I dragged a forefinger over her cheekbone, watched the skin pale under the pressure. Her pupils dilated, inky.

I had to have her.

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