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. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
Heart’s On A Train
My heart’s on a train.
There you go taking my heart away. You were a whirlwind.
A late-night rendezvous was all it took for you to get your hooks in me. Life, as I knew it, was over as soon as we met. How am I supposed to live without you? I know I’ll never be the same, and I didn’t even get your name.
You left the same way you came, on that midnight train. My heart follows wherever you go. So, my heart’s on a train, but my body’s under cardboard and newspaper discarded in a dark alley.
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Wow! What did she do to him?
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Cut out his heart and left him dead in an alley.
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Endearing feelings of lost love. Should have got on the train, even if the destination is not reached, the journey would have been an adventure of a life time. Cardboard boxes are the same in every city.
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I think he would have gotten on the train if he were able.
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I’m a bad person… I laughed at the end. I read it as literal, he has his heart and his body is in an alleyway… bad Tannille…
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I mean she has is heart*
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Damn it, I’ve been typing too much. SHE has HIS heart…
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We don’t have to be sexist about it. Men are just as capable of being organ thieves as women.
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Pronouns are important these days.
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There’s nothing wrong with laughing at someone who’s been murdered for his organs and left a bloody mess in an alley. … Well, maybe.
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Are you psycho shaming me?
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Hmmm… Do you (SPOILER REDACTED) and kill people while they shower?
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Are you coming on to me. I do (SPOILERS) when I shower.
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I really hope “doodies” isn’t the word that’s redacted.
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At least they are clean…
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💩🚿
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Oh no, he’s got it bad. Sounds more like obsession than love though. This could be a song.
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He’s got it really bad, and it’s definitely not love. I thought of it and framed it like a love song as part of the misdirect. Thank you.
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Dear Nobbin,
Now there’s a story for dissection. At the end you have me wondering if his literal heart is on the train. At any rate, an intriguing piece that had my heart racing a bit.
Shalom and Happy New Year,
Rochelle
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I see what you did there. At any rate, his heart would be racing to at this point. Thank you and Happy New Year, Rochelle.
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Oh, my. What a chillingly sad story. Well done, but dark.
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It looks like I checked all the boxes, then. Thank you.
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I read this as her being dead, minus a heart…!
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That’s about it.
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What—wait–did she kill him? Is he drunk in an alley somewhere? What rendezvous? Sheesh! Way to leave us hanging!
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There was a murder. He’s dead in an alley, freshly heartless. The rendezvous would be when our victim and murderer met, presumably in a dark alley.
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Should I feel guilty ‘liking’ this story? I’m certainly intrigued.
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The guilt is optional. Thank you.
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I feel bad as I really enjoyed this story 🙂
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I feel good that you really enjoyed this story, so it evens out.
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Great I like a balanced world 😁
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What was a simple and easily forgotten exchange to her was a life-altering event for him. I really wonder how many peoples’ hearts are riding around on trains 😦 Sad story, Nobbin.
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Probably as many as there are kidneys, livers, lungs, pancreases. Thanks, Ms. Jade.
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perfect Zen response lol
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