Unexpected Colour

I feel like a prodigal child returning to the fold. This is my 1st piece for Friday Fictioneers for quite a while. I lost my mojo for a while and it seems so long since I’ve written for fun. Life & work are now easing and my mojo seems to be coming back, either that or it’s indigestion!!

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Photo Copyright : Ted Strutz

Beyond the grime and peeling paintwork, beneath the faded walls and crumbling plaster, I can still hear you. I hear the laughter in your voice, see the smile in your eyes and I know that you’re there. Like a ghost running through the rooms; slipping back into the walls before I can catch you.

I see you in the little spots of colour that bloom in unlikely places. In unexpected shards of sunlight that dance across the gloom and it is then that I know. I know you’re there, the girl I used to be.

And then I’m not so lost.

25 thoughts on “Unexpected Colour

  1. Your description was sort of haunting yet beautiful- “Like a ghost running through the rooms; slipping back into the walls before I can catch you”. You’ve given me the little courage boost to return to the fold myself. Welcome back and thank you 🙂

  2. Great seeing you again, Helen! Like you, I just returned to the FF fold two weeks ago after a long absence. My writing mojo needed to have its ground lie fallow for awhile. Also, because Rochelle called me a coward and I thought, “Coward, am I? We shall SEE!” Let’s keep it going. Your writing was always something I looked forward to, now it’s back. Welcome!

  3. A beautiful piece of writing. I loved the subtle way it related to the photo prompt, especially the line ‘the little spots of colour that bloom in unlikely places’.

  4. I’ve been victim to the mojo eating monsters on quite a few occasions myself. Glad to have you back among us, and with a wonderful story to boot.

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