PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Lycan
Her state ran red in November. Disgusted at a rancid orange stain whose followers believed was the remedy for a malady that afflicted a nation, with the blues she emigrated north to a place where winter still meant something.
Dale had given her a lead on an affordable senior complex in Montreal, not far from the river. She put her bench outside of Apartment 17 and locked her indigo bike under the stairs.
A maniac lived in the apartment above her. Thumps in the night at the full orange moon introduced her to Richard. Richard introduced her to her tribe.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our fearless leader of Friday Fictioneers.
Thank you for leading us onward ♥
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And alllllls well, that ennnnnnnds weeeellll!
Glad she found her tribe in the joint I introduced her to ;-)
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Great photo to get the muse wondering. Thanks, Dale :)
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Thank you, Lisa! I love when a photo evokes all sorts of stories.
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You’re welcome.
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Great story Li :-) wonderful take on Rochelle’s prompt!
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Thanks, Carol Anne :)
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oooh riveting, Li!👏
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:) Thanks, Cindy!
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I hope “her tribe” in a good way and not as a sacrifice… lol. Well, since she escaped the orange menace of the south, the orange full moon of the north can’t be good news, can it?
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I think she and tribe howl and probably other things (hunt wabbit?) at the full moons. Time will tell on the northern full moon?
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OK, if she is joining them in howling at the full moon, that is great.
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:)
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The tribe sounds like it may be another belomging, but that moon is awfully orange
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Thanks, Neil.
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There’s a lot of story packed in here, Lisa. And I do sympathize with her. After this fall, I’m tempted to go to Canada too.
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Thanks, David. I’m thoroughly disgusted and not just by the candidates who won and the people who voted for them. I’m tired of getting backed into a corner every election season and coerced into voting for the lesser of 2 evils.
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I totally understand. It’s like it’s always 1 step forward and three back. It’s just so exhausting and disheartening.
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A nicely written story Li. I’m glad she found her tribe in the new country- city.
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Thanks, Sadje. Me too!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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When the going gets tough, we all could do with a tribe. Nicely done, Li.
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For sure, Sandra. Thanks for reading and your comment.
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Red, orange, blue, afflicted a nation, November. Seems as if something specific is being referenced. ;-)
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:)
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The rancid orange stain, spot on! A great take, Lisa.
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Thanks!
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I was pretty sure “Lycan” referred to wolves, but still checked. That’s some tribe. Do they howl at the moon when it’s full? Were the weird stomping noises a dance? Did they morph into werewolves?
Well, anyway–enjoyed this very much.
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I love your questions and your imagination. It’s whatever you want it to be. Is this Linda? You are showing up as Someone but I see you liked the story and so am guessing.
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Bit confused by the end – were the maniac, the stomping and the tribe all one? Either way, it sounds like she found her place
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Filling in some details: the thumping sounds on a full moon induced her to go up and introduce herself to “the maniac.” It was clear by the facial hair and long canines he was of her tribe. From there she was introduced to the other lycans. I think the thumps could have been wabbits. Thanks for reading, Jen.
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Ooh I’m intrigued and maybe a big spooked. Until I read your comment above. Relieved about the dogs.
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Colleen, this might have been a better Halloween story. There are no dogs in it. Thanks for reading and your wondering.
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Well, at least she found her tribe. Hopefully, it works out in the end. :)
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Me too. Not sure if you’ve seen the series, “What We Do in the Shadows” but it’s a comedy about vampires living in NYC. I kind of had it in mind for the last part of the story.
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Well she found where she will be happier and that is good.
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It does seem like she’s on a big adventure.
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Hopefully she will be happy. Sorry it took me so long Lisa…I’m so far behind!
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Please, no worries, Max.
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This is a very colorful story. It looks like somebody is going feral. She might as well get a jump on it. I don’t think the rest of us are going to have a choice for much longer.
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I hear you.
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Dear Lisa,
In this day and age, it’s hard to discern. Oh to find one’s tribe and a place that feels safe. Evocative story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, for sure. It is all. Thanks so much for your always insightful comments.
Shalom,
Lisa
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I love your use of color here. As an American I fully sympathize if only it were so easy to move to Canada. I was thinking of moving to Italy if so have to live under a quasi-fascist regime, at least I’d have free healthcare and cheap, good food!
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I like your reasoning. Thank you.
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I like how you used the colors and I’m glad she found her tribe; that can certainly be a challenge! <3
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Thanks much, Angela. Yes, it can.
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Oooooo now this went in an interesting direction… at least she has her people now. Nicely done twist
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Thanks, Laurie!
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It was a journey, but worth completing. Awoooo.
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Thanks, Patrick.
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Nicely couched. :-)
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Thanks, Chris :)
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