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Her favorite color is blue. She wonders why it is so. Had she been an otter in another incarnation? Perhaps an eagle, gliding mountain updrafts? Maybe a butterfly that loved the nectar of delphinium blossoms best?
Or maybe it is because she wears it like seal skin, suffocating her, squeezing the life out of her?
She climbs a steep path; stands on the precipice, between churning aquamarine sea below and cerulean sky’s silent witnessing above. She feels left with no other choice.
A ringtone she hasn’t heard in years shatters the moment.
She answers.
“Baby, it’s me. Where are you?”
[100 words]
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the feisty host of Friday Fictioneers.
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awesome :-) Li!
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Thank you :)
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An interesting stream of musing and soooo glad she got that phone call. Someone needed to bring her back from that blue edge.
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I guess life isn’t done torturing her just yet ;) Thanks for reading and your comment, Clare <3
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That ruined the moment. Well-written, Jade
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Neil, thank you.
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Christ, that was lucky, she may need to talk things through I reckon, lovely sad piece, well done
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I think it was divine intervention. Makes me wonder if hooking back up with this person is a good idea even though they appear to have saved her life. Perhaps she’ll come to the realization she doesn’t need them after all… Thanks for reading and commenting, “Someone.”
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Great song pairing
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Thank you, Randy.
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Good twist to your story. And I love that Badfinger tune! :-)
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Thank you on the twist, and I do think the song goes very well with the story.
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Hmmm do I like this? Well of course I do! From what I get…she was daydreaming and snapped back to life with Baby Blue…the best way to get snapped back into anything.
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Max I had no doubt you would like this one :) Thanks!
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You are most welcome!
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A ring in time. I loved the descriptive prose.
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Joy, thank you, and glad you enjoyed it.
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What a touching piece. I like all your uses of blue as well. Great job.
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David, thank you. The image inspired me.
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Very good build up to the last moment.
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Sadje, thank you.
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You’re most welcome Li
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Will she change her mind? The narration has a lovely visual quality, though the theme is dark.
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Reena, thanks much for the helpful feedback.
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Dear LIsa,
A lovely use of the color blue. The phone call certainly came out of the blue, didn’t it? ;)
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, thank you very much and true blue that :)
Shalom,
Lisa
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I heard a mother in the phone voice, but I realise it could be a paramour too. Either way, I hope they pull her back from the brink but then she learns to see the beauty without them.
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Very well could be, Jen, and I hope so also <3
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I don’t know–something about the tone of that call bothers me–is she ALWAYS answerable for her whereabouts, her thoughts, her desires? Made me uncomfortable.
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Ooh, Linda, I like that interpretation of what possibly could be going on! Thanks for reading and your comment.
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Sounds like the call came in the nick of time. Well done.
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Thank you very much, Athling, yes.
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Saved by the bell so to speak. Sometimes all that’s needed is an interruption. (K)
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I’m a believer.
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i shiver at the thought that the call can make her more blue. :(
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Good point, Plaridel. It very well may! Thank you for reading and your comment.
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How come they always know to call when we are most vulnerable.
I like you character.
I’m rooting for her.
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Yes they do, and I don’t know. Thanks much, Dawn.
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I wasn’t expecting that – nor was she! Nice one, Lisa.
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Thanks much, Keith! These stories often write themselves. I wasn’t expecting it either.
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Blue is peaceful, it’s the ocean and the sky! Beautiful.
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Thank you :)
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I wondered where this was leading to, talking herself into a corner (with some great descriptions). But my fears were quelled by the hopeful telephone call.
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Thanks for reading and your comment, James.
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Great story. Blue is the loneliest color.
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Thanks, Someone <3
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I like the images of blueness in your story. Some peaceful and lovely, some darker. I particularly like the ‘sealskin’ idea. – the notion of suffocation leads into the next paragraph, where she’s on a ‘precipice’. Very tense, and then she’s saved. Phew. Great pace and feeling.
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Margaret thank you so much for your feedback, much appreciated :)
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A fortunately timed phone call? Maybe right at the right time. Great tension this one. All that blue was leading to something.
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Thank you, Laurie :)
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A ringtone she hasn’t heard in years and yet he’s calling her baby? I’m intrigued. There’s a reason for everything.
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Thanks much and glad to have intrigued you :)
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