Response – JSW Prompt 7-10-2017 on 8-4-2017

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The watcher. He watches everyday looking down on the world below. no one ever knows he or she is there, buy for some odd reason you look up and see them starring right at you.


I remember him standing there, on the top step, lantern in hand, watching. Ever watching. Night after night, as dusk grew across the land until dawn broke. Watching. If I had known how to comfort him, I would have with glad heart, but sometimes when a man is broken nothing will bind him whole.

Day after day. Week after week. Year after year. His stood his lonely vigil, longing into the night. He ate little, slept less, days spent in silence, his counselors and I decision-making in his stead.

Nights I cried, as broken as he. But nobody saw, or knew, of the cracks inside of me. That much I could do for him.

I was a Queen alone, weight wearing heavy on my shoulders as my husband grew more and more a ghost.

A year ago, we buried him. Now I am truly alone. What little life remains in me grows weary. His heartbreak haunts me, knowing there was nothing I could do to salve his soul.

Now, every night, I stand on the top step, lantern in hand, watching. Ever watching. Night after night, as dusk grows across the land until dawn breaks. Watching. Because now, I know the truth.

When a woman is broken nothing can bind her whole.



Friday Fictioneers 5-13-2017



PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He stood by the side of the road, shaking and shaken, trying to listen to the policeman’s questions.

“And when you….. blah blah blah….parked car…… blah blah blah……. Sir, are you listening?”

He snapped back for a moment, “Yes, yes, Officer.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no Officer.”

The Policeman looked skeptical.  “One more time.  When you pulled into the lane, did you see the parked car before or after you hit it?”

He shook his head, confused.

“A simple question, sir. Before or after you hit the parked car?”

“But Officer, my car is the parked car!”