Late entry this week, but I didn’t want to miss a week of Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word piece of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. Get yourselves over and join the addiction.
Photo Copyright : Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
On any street in any town, through a sea of crowded faces, I would know if you were there. Just a reflection in a window or a scent that floats on by, a voice within the whispers or a shadow against the wall, but I’d know that you were there.
I’d see your smile in children, your laughter in their eyes. I’d hear your voice in strangers and I’d listen just a while. I’d see your touch in lovers, holding hands across a table. I’d stop and watch them smiling and I’d feel that you were there.
I still see you everywhere.
True, all true.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Lovely. This as a special rhythm to it. Very poetic.
Whoops “has” a special rhythm.
Nice! This has a dreamy quality to it, Helen.
I enjoyed the lyrical quality. Very Nice!
Tugs in my heart strings a bit.
I think we’ve all felt that way sometime, but often that feeling is lost at some point.
janet
Lovely sentiments.
Beautiful yet sad. I got the impression the person had died or maybe a lover gone to distant lands? X
I found that quite bitter sweet, the narrator seems to have lost someone dear to them? It’s lovely that they still feel them close, though.
I liked the poetic quality of the writing.
I had the same impression as draliman. The piece flows beautifully. I also get the feeling that the narrator is comforted by what they see and hear in others.
Tender and poignant.
Helen, lucky for us that you wouldn’t miss FF! Your stories always pull me in and touch me. This one is particularly visceral, poignant, beautiful… and poetic. Love it.
Dear Helen, What a lovely and touching story and so passionate for the author missing a loved one. Excellent! Great job as usual! Nan 🙂
So moving – the lastingness of love. Wonderful.
Helen, I could feel the deep loss. Everything has already been said. I totally agree that this is poetic and lovely. Well written as always. — Susan
Worth waiting for.