Everything Changes
Hello and welcome to my Friday Fictioneers entry, which is hosted as always by Rochelle and this week features a photo by Friday Fictioneerer Adam Ickes.
I wrote this story on Thursday, but only now have time to post it! To read the other entries for this week, click on the little blue froggy.
Copyright Adam Ickes
Shelley summoned her courage and approached the little wooden bridge. The new varnish gleamed – one could never tell that it had been damaged.
Edging forward she looked into the gulley, a run-off for melting winter snow. A tear stung her eye as she cast her mind back to last week when everything was all right, everything was normal. The buzzing of the little dirt bike, the laughter of her brother, his excitement as he tore onto the bridge.
A tiny miscalculation. That was all it took to change everything.
Forever.
She placed the flowers next to the bridge and walked away.
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draliman on life 
You write these lovely little things. I bet you could do something extraordinary if you wanted to do something longer 🙂
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My brain seems geared to short stories for some reason. I keep meaning to give a longer story a go, though.
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This serene picture has certainly inspired darkness. Well written…I felt for Shelley.
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Yes, quite a few dark stories this week.
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So sad…… it was well written though.
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Thanks. One day maybe I’ll try something happy!
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You do have that touch that changes the beauty of the photo.
Please find a photo that engages your mind and write that longer story.
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I keep meaning to try at least “short fiction”. Just a question of inspiration and time.
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😦 Soooo sad.
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Yes 😦
I don’t really do happy.
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Oh,such a tragic tale -many young lives lost due to such miscalculations or rashness in real life too.Great take on the prompt DR 🙂
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Yes. A popular one hereabouts is “tombstoning” (jumping off a cliff without actually knowing what’s under the water).
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OMG!Awful!
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Yes. But despite the warnings and the occasional broken back, they still do it.
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You can never stop young blood-sp men 😛 Here, so many have died trying stunts and speed racing but no one learns-if parents don’t buy them a bike,they borrow from friends and indulge!
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A different type of peace in this picture and story. Very well done.
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Thanks.
It looks like she’s beginning to come to terms with it, but it will take her a while.
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very sad, tragic.. but beautifully written.
P.S. thank you for reading and commenting on “Wooden Lips” 🙂
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Thanks, and you’re welcome!
“Wooden Lips” was a gruesomely dark story, as I expected it would be, and very good!
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A lovely story, you said so much in a few words. 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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Dear Ali,
Life can change on a dime. All it takes is one event like that. Gut wrenching and well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thanks. It’s amazing/horrible how life can sometimes change so suddenly.
Ali
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Oh, this is so sad. Well written story, You captured so much here. I want to turn back the clock for them.
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Me to. Just to correct that one little lapse in judgement.
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i don’t know but reading your story made me feel like i was watching a movie.
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A very sad movie 😦
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(Maxwell Smart voice) Missed it by THAT much…..
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🙂
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Sad. Good job.
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Thanks. Yes, very sad.
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You are a brilliant storyteller.
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Thank you 🙂
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The way the story is written… Through this little glimpse a much larger story is told.
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Yes, there’s much more behind the scenes, both before and after this little scene.
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“A tiny miscalculation. That was all it took to change everything.” So very true and not necessarily because you’re taking silly chances. This of course reminds me of the flowers and crosses you see along highways, in remembrance of someone or several someones dying. Excellent story.
janet
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Yes, sad little reminders of lives lost.
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Drailman, really good, but sad story! I agree with Janet’s comment (above) I see a cross on the side of a road, and remember my nephews – at 2 different times succumbing to drinking and driving and being just a passenger – Just a Passenger is Just as Dead. Good piece! Nan
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I’m so sorry to hear that. Yes, it’s not just the driver in danger.
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From horror to tragedy, you do everything so beautifully. This brought tears to my eyes.
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Thank you. Maybe back to horror next week, something a little less real.
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Sad but well written. Very realistic.
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Thanks. Very sad and happens too often, I think.
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You write a truism. Life can be there one moment, and not, the next; and all because of a ‘chance’ happening. I know from personal experience. I lost a brother in the snap of a finger at 22 because of a freak malfunctioning of his motorbike as he left a petrol station.
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I’m so sorry to hear that.
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🙂
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OMG..this is so sad, I know stories like this and it reminds me of young men from our community who take that chance and come out on the wrong side.
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Yes, it happens all too often. I must admit I felt invincible once upon a long ago.
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