Friday Fictioneers: Shadow

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Well, summer is officially over. I don’t like the term ‘fall.’ Autumn is better, but I think it should go from summer to bummer then on to winter. Though yesterday was 80 and today promises 83. The weekend is supposed to look like the above picture. Yuck. I’m eager to get some writing done then out to enjoy the fleeting sun. I don’t want to think about rain, but I’ll try.

This is similar to two other posts I’ve written recently, His Knees (for Carrot Ranch) and the other The Boy In The Bubble (for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge). They’re based in the world of a book I’m trying to write called A Pillar Of Salt. It’s rough and depressing. I’m not happy enough to sit and write it. That seems like an oxymoron, but I need a happy place to which I can escape when the writing gets too dark before I fully submerge myself. I’m still keeping it in my mind in hopes that when I finish the rewrite of the book I’m working on I can write this one. As anyone who’s ever written a book knows, it has to be an obsession. Maybe I’ll have to write another L Squad or Norman Normalson & The Normals to balance out the darkness with some fun sci-fi adventures.


“Into each life, some rain must fall.”

“Each death, too?”

“Would it be better if it were sunny?”

“No, but it seems to add insult to injury.”

The day was a blur. There was a service. Whatever Sae’s parents wanted. It was for them, not me. Any glimmer of faith I may have had was extinguished when that madman pulled the trigger. He pulled it over and over, but only two bullets mattered to me.

My life is a blur, a shadow. No bullets struck me, but my life ended with theirs. Only, I’m still alive to endure their loss.

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    1. I’ve been trying to write this book for two years. I don’t even know how many shootings there have been in that time. Unfortunately, this is one of those issues that talking about it doesn’t bring us any closer to a solution. Guns aren’t going anywhere. Laws aren’t going to help, even if gun restrictions miraculous fall from heaven or congress. Criminals, by definition, don’t often strictly follow the letter if the law. The determined ones will still find a way. The undetermined won’t follow through, anyway.

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      1. I don’t think it’s nearly that simple. I think there are a lot of contributing factors. We’ve created an overly sensitive society that’s desensitized to violence. We also have a president who constantly spews forth vile demagoguery and vitriol.

        This a synopsis or teaser for the book. It’s about a guy who loses his wife and daughter In a mass shooting. He’s contemplating suicide. The book is his life flashing before his eyes up to the shooting and how he’s not dealing with the aftereffects while he’s trying to pull the trigger. I also want a section to explore the shooter’s P.O.V. I think that’ll be the hardest part.

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  1. A terrible tragedy, really liked the way you wrote it. Good luck getting it into a full length novel – Autumn and Winter are the perfect time to write for me, without the temptation to be outside in nice weather 🙂

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  2. Dear Nobbin,

    I’m with you. I much prefer Autumn to Fall. As for writing dark things, been there, done that. Some parts of my first novel were so dark I had to, at times, force myself to take a break and do something ‘happy.’
    Your funeral scene is stark and wonderfully written. In a hundred words you’ve told the entire story. Well done. Now go watch some silly sitcom. 😉 Or do something that makes you laugh.



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  3. It is human when writing about harrowing events to feel great sadness. Sometimes I find that I can not continue to write. But then I ask myself, is it important that we remember… It usually is… You story has got me thinking which is great

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      1. I would not say calloused for this. A man absorbed in his grief would focus on those bullets, two bits of lead that removed the beings he cared most about. I would think grief allows us to be somewhat selfish. While I might agree people have become inured to the victims of mass shootings, the relatives of victims are another species.

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