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Winter solstice always reaches its fingers out, one hand into the past and one towards the future. I hear a crow’s caw and wonder from which it comes. Eddie’s scent lingers in the closet. His social media status changed back to “in a relationship.” He posts he’s spending Christmas in Mexico with his “new hottie.” Couldn’t he have the mercy to block me?
I’m on my morning walk with Chauncey. The pond isn’t frozen, but a big storm is predicted. If I jump in tonight, they won’t find my body until Spring.
But then who will feed and walk Chauncey?
[100 words]
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the festive host of Friday Fictioneers.
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great story Li! 🙂 Loved it! ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne 🙂
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A character driven story that has an emotional dilemma which I have often felt. I relish being an old treasure rather than a ‘new hottie’. I know that refers to a woman, but men feel those depressive moods as well. It is wonderful that a pet dog does provide a sense of comfort.
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James I appreciate your thoughtful comment. I couldn’t be a hottie if I tried these days. I do know that furbabies keep a lot of people going and believe they are angels.
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A wonderful story, Lisa. Hotties are overrated and so is that Ex, but Chauncey saves the day. Pets do that, they don’t lie.
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Thank you, Gabi ❤
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wow thank heavens for Chauncey … you painted this so well Lisa!
Enjoy your festive season 🙂
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Kate, furbabies are gifts from heaven. Thank you and you also!
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A dog’s love is unconditional
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Everybody should have a Chauncey especially for times like this! As long as there’s love, there’s hope. Just the Christmas story we need to hear. Have a wonderful Christmas, Lisa!
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Dora, I like the way you think. And the way you feel. Happy Holidays, my friend ❤
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Don’t abandon Chauncey!
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❤ {{{HUGS}}}
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A poignant story Li.
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Sadje, thank you.
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My pleasure
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Sometimes it’s only one little thing that keeps people from falling off the edge. This time of year is hard for many! Potent story L.
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Thank you very much, T.
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Thanks to Chauncey, there is a future.
Wishing you the Happiest Holidays ever!
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Keith, thanks very much. Little Chaun passed on 6 years ago, but his joyful spirit lives on.
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I’m way past whatever “hottie” days I may have had, but your story brought back memories of heartbreak and sadness that I thought would never go away. The good news? They did!
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Linda, I’m glad the story resonated with you. Thank you for your wise and seasoned comment ❤
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Thank god for Chauncey.
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❤
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No don’t jump – read my story see what she did!!
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OK she won’t! 🙂
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It sounds as though the dog is an anchor in your narrator’s world. I hope she’s soon able to move on.
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Sandra, at some times more than others. I think you’re right, it is time. Thank you for reading and your comment ❤
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Dear Lisa,
Perhaps she should block Eddie. He sounds like a waste of human skin. Thank heaven for Chauncey. Move on, girlfriend! Well done, LIsa.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, sometimes we are our own worst enemy. Yes, thank heaven for the little bugger. I hope she listens and decides to move on. Thank you, dear Rochelle.
Shalom,
Lisa
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Great story with an interesting POV. The need to be needed is not so bad. Well done, again, Lisa.
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Bill, thank you so much, and happy holidays to you.
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A positive ending to what could have otherwise been a tragic one. Your story brings home the fact that God can intervene in our lives through animals as well as people. I agree that this time of year can be sad for many but your story ends on a high note. Have a Merry Christmas, Lisa.
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A wonderful and wise comment and totally agree.
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Well told, Lisa. Your description of the solstice places your protagonist at the cusp of a decision. Will she act on the past, or look to the future? The crow, ever a bird of ill-omen, sends a shudder through us. Then Chauncey saves the day! And we’ve every right to imagine that she can now move on from the emotional morass in which she has been struggling. Lovely use of setting to emphasize the story arc.
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Penny, thank you very much for your wonderful feedback. Much appreciated. Happy Holidays to You.
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Chauncey’s a life-saver. Like the solstice, things can only get brighter from there. I really like the way you wrote this. It unfolded well.
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Yes he was/is. Thanks, Nobbin.
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I love that your stories capture so much in only a hundred words. Chauncey saves the day! Nice one. 👍
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Thanks much, Brit!
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Your stories are so very slice of lie! In a mere 100 words, you explore and wonderfully so human emotions especially te frailties of humans.
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Neel, thank you very much and so happy you find the human element in my stories resonant. As a frail human, I write what I know and feel.
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Thank goodness for Chauncey. Ain’t no man (or woman) worth dying over… Hopefully she “unfriends” him so she no longer sees what he’s doing. It serves her no purpose.
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Thanks for your sensitive and wise comment, Dale. She should listen to it and follow it.
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My pleasure. I hope she does. 😉
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for the sake of chauncey, don’t do it.
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❤
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Nice story
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Thank you 🙂
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Welcome
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