Invitations
Fortification bricks are placed, mortared with blood, over decades. A sprawling structure, it’s sectioned into rooms, floors, cellars, and turrets. Each space has its purpose. I travel freely throughout its memories. Those regarding it will never see all of its exterior. Few will be invited in.
One summer morning, while writing a poem to no one, I hear tinkling laughter waft in with warm breeze. Tossing chapbook and pen to table, I amble to a window. Chestnut waves dance with green velvet gown.
I invite her into my sanctuary. She brings me to life — until the day she ends me.
[10[1] words — dashes count as a word!]
Sandra, thank you for such a beautiful image to imagine to.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of
Friday Fictioneers.
Beautiful written Lisa 💜❤️
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Thank you <3
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Li a stunning write! Your prose flows beautifully 😄🌻
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Thank you, CA!
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Great story, Lisa 👍 I can imagine the fortification bricks that were painted with blood over decades, and those invitations…
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Yasan, thank you!
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You’re most welcome, Lisa! Have a great rest of the week. ☺️
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U2! <3
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💜
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a price worth paying for a moment of life?
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Excellent question, Neil. All it takes is one moment of weakness. Literally.
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Some sorcery involved here I’d say. (K)
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Romantic and mysterious, Lisa. Very nice.
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Thanks, Nancy!
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Very welcome, Lisa.
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Lovely, you capture the history of the fortifications and give us a chilling end.
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Thank you, James, for seeing the macro aspect of the story.
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From James. My WordPress site has gone weird, last comment was mine.
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So elegantly written, Li. Loved it. And the ending.
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Sandra, thank you very much <3
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Certainly appropriate for the Halloween season.
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Thanks, James!
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A very intriguing end Li
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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what a beautiful story. thanks for sharing.
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Thank you and you are welcome.
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Beautiful story Lisa. :)
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Thank you, Surabhi :)
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This is a beautiful, and to borrow from Sandra, elegant write.
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Thanks so much, Dale.
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My pleasure.
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Oh my, this is so good, Lisa.
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Keith, glad you enjoyed the story, thanks!
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Something strange down there… and then..?
That was great, Li.
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Chris, thanks much.
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Oh, a dark ending. I shall not sleep.
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ooh, this is intriguing. Great write Lisa.
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Thanks much, Michele.
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Dear Lisa,
“I travel freely throughout its memories.” I love that line. Wonderfully written story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, very happy your enjoyed that line. Thank you.
Shalom,
Lisa
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Ooooo a little sweet and a little creepy
Nicely done
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:) Thanks, Laurie!
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I’ve been rewatching “Father Brown” episodes… and your verse reminds me of one I resently saw. A muse for a painter was unjustly kept prisoner… and faked (we find out later) suicide to escape both the painter and her father! Both, by the end of the show were taken by the police; one for false imprisonment and the other for murder!
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Sounds like she was a sharp cookie, and I’m glad justice was served.
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