photo (c) J Hardy
WARNING: Disturbing content
Chosen by a Goddess
For years I watched them. My faded blue uniform, dingy yellow pail on wheels with filthy water, and heavy mop gave me a front-row ticket to the show.
Every morning and afternoon, they knelt before me, a chorus of chattering goddesses, their firm young bodies, scarcely covered many times. Oblivious to me, a school fixture as unnoticed as a metal wastebasket, I leaned and watched and watched.
Until one noticed me. Our eyes met and her kind face smiled – for me.
I waited each day until she stayed late one winter afternoon.
She was light as an angel’s feather.
[100 words]
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the creative host of Friday Fictioneers.
Very moving. Great use of 100 words. 🙂
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Thank you very much, JP.
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Very eerie. Did i detect something sinister here? Good writing.
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Thank you very much, Neel.
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The mind of a paedophile is a hard thing to fathiom, but I like the suggestion of social insignificance and powerlessness
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I think you are right, Neil. Combine that with access and opportunity and you’ve got a real problem.
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Gosh Li! You excel again. In just 100 words you created the atmosphere and then that last line. I had goosebumps.
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Punam, the moment I looked at the photo the story told itself!
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Indeed!
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Oh gosh, very disturbing, and so well written xx
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Thank you. I’ve been reading and watching spooky things and believe it influenced today’s story. Thank you, Bernie.
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I was reading this as pure fantasy or mythology before it struck me! Frightening tale of innocence taken by a “monster” in the shadows.
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Thank you, Dora, yes 😦
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Scary, well narrated, Li. 🙂
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Many thanks, Kitty!
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Disturbing Content sums it up. Quietly horrific.
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Thank you, Iain.
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Oh wow, Li, that was a disturbing read. Well crafted and engaging, but disturbing nonetheless.
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Yes, very. Thank you, Fandango. It’s why many females are afraid to smile at strangers.
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Oh yuck.
But real, too.
I know a child who was molested by someone in a similar ‘invisible’ position in her school. Took another child complaining to have her speak up. Difficult but truth.
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Yes, Na’ama 😦
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😦
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Dear Lisa,
“Unnoticed as a metal wastebasket.” Poignant and powerful. I hope the notice at the end was in a good way. It can be taken as either or. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, yes it can. Thank you for your comment.
Shalom,
Lisa
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A very disturbing story, but very well done. Unfortunately, I think it happens far too often (once is too often…)
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Trent, thank you. I agree.
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Too close to the truth I’m afraid.
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😦 yes
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Disturbing story, very well written.
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Thank you, Magarisa.
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It is disturbing alright but very hard hitting message here.
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People like this are around us all the time. How can you teach your children enough to keep them safe but not so much they’re in a heightened state of anxiety about everyday interactions. Well done.
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Yes, good question, and thank you, Sandra.
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How and why does our world produce such predators? It feels so unnatural to me, yet far too many of them exist. (K)
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I wish I knew the answer to that question.
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I’m not sure I want to read what happened next – thank goodness for the word limit.
Here’s mine!
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I’m not sure I do either, Keith. Thank you for reading and your comment.
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like they say, it only takes one to make our day. 🙂
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I like the idea this could be a perfectly innocent tale.
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Sinister, indeed. The imagination conjures what you didn’t say.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Oh, that’s positively sickening… great writing, but… Sends shivers down my spine. My school had a “weird” janitor like that.. almost. He was just WEIRD… don’t think he ever hurt anyone though.
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I think with all of the surveillance cameras in schools these days, a weird janitor would have trouble getting away with much, but even the students know the places the cameras don’t reach…
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We had a couple of teachers I wondered about…great writing Lisa.
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Thank you. I think there are a lot of them about.
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I knew some high school teachers who could never get by with the things they pulled today.
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Disturbing stuff, a predator in the school.
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Am I right in detecting something a little creepy there? Disturbing, but oh so well written Ms. Jadeli.
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You’re detector isn’t wrong. Thank you very much.
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Ooooo dark. In my mind he is caught and goes away for life… and he ain’t liking where he’s going.
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I like that ending!
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You said it; this is disturbing content. And real. And common, as common as a metal wastebasket. You captured the creep with this one.
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Thank you, Honie.
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Man that is a Really Disturbing Story but it is well told. That last sentence “light as a feather” just about did me in. I remember playing that game as a kid. I hope this creeper gets caught before it is too late. Ugh.
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Thank you for reading and your comment, Anne.
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Disturbing but powerful. Very well done.
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Thank you, Subroto!
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Without the warning in the beginning, this could almost be read as something innocuous like making a new friend. Instead, it’s subtly horrific. Well written.
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Thank you for your assessment of the story.
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