
PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson
I called them “The Infinite Stairs” as I climbed home after a long day of play on the lake.
My brother Bill called it “The Stairway to Heaven” as he descended for a day of fishing or swim.
My sister Gail called it “The Boys Escape” as she went with Mom into town to shop and socialize.
Father called it our family’s crown jewels, a lakefront house in the woods that was close to the city. He said it was worth a fortune.
But rivers must run free. They removed the dam in ’92.
Now rundown, I call it home.
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Word count = 100
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Nice way of telling the story from the perspective of so many characters in just 100 words. Nicely done!
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Sometimes you can get a better sense of place by remembering other’s thoughts than just taking your own ideas in isolation. Thanks.
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Good perspective! Everyone has different views of what is really enjoyable and serene. I like the way you told the good and the bad on different aspects of the wilderness. Good idea!
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Sometimes you can get a good sense of a place or time by distilling it down to the bear bones of those memories. Thanks.
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For what its worth, dams really ARE bad for our rivers and streams. They cause serious damage to the wild things that use the water … and a stream is pretty nice, too, after all.
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Dams can be very bad for the environment and I have no issue with them taking them down. And since a lot of places do take down dams, it makes for good flash fiction.
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Ah, what a delightful piece, taking us through the history of the house. Good job.
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Thanks. I thinking sometimes the random memories stick with a place.
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Lovely story, and I’d be happy to call it home too.
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It does look like an interesting location.
Thanks.
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That’s a lovely story, Trent. I like the way you give us the history of the place by the names it was called – that’s an ingenious way of telling the story. And it’s a nice, if bittersweet, conclusion that it’s now just ‘home’. No longer in a magical location, it has become mundane – and yet all those names live on in the memory, like the fading glamour of an ageing movie star. Good writing!
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Thanks! It’s funny how some things in a prompt jump out. For me this time I thought of the names as soon as I saw the photo and so had to find a reason behind them. Always fun to experiment :)
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Home is where the adventure of growing up is, nicely said.
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Exactly. Thanks, James.
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I was just listening to ‘Burnin for you’ by Blue Oyster Cult and then I read this. Both quite evocative in contrasting ways. Nicely done, Trent.
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“Home in the valley…” I haven’t heard this song in ages and had forgotten the lyrics (beyond the chorus – “I’m burning, I’m burning, etc.”) It is an interesting contrast.
Thanks.
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Such a beautiful story. Sometimes we can only see the value of something when it’s gone. Like this home.
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We often do take things for granted and only in hindsight understand their value. Thanks.
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Loved the visual Trent! Well done! <3
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Thanks, Courtney!
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What a beautiful text, Trent.
I love that each has their special memory of a place they called home…
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Everyone one has their special memories and outlooks on places and things. Thanks, Dale.
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That’s for sure.
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The house had its memory. The people had theirs. That was a joyful read Trent. :)
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Sometimes a lot of memories that took place over years can be distilled down to an essence. Thanks.
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That’s true.
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The names conjure up such lovely imagery.
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Thanks. Those names just popped into my mind when I saw all of those steps.
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Wonderful story of life and family through the years.
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Looking back sometimes small words or deeds sum up all of the years. Thanks.
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Love how all the family members bring a different aspect and view of this place to life. Bittersweet.
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Thanks. As soon as I saw all of those steps names just popped into my mind…
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Sounds like it was a wonderful place before they removed the dam. Perhaps all those memories still make it home.
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I think it is the memories that make it home. There were few places were I fished as a kid that no longer exist because they took the dams out, so that part is experience.
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Oh, this is beautiful. I love the varied perception of your family members, and the latest name, home.
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Looking at all of those steps the names just popped up… Thanks.
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Amazing, Trent! :)
Few words that convey it all!
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Thanks! I really enjoy these 100 word Friday Fictioneer challenges.
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Oh yes! :)
They are really fun!
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I really like this, Trent. This shows how much can be said with just a few words!
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Thanks, Corina. I do enjoy these 100 word challenges.
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Now that the weather’s getting nicer, I’m getting a bit restless.
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Me too – Since I’m teleworking today I have shorts on for the first time this year. Of course, for you I think it is a cabin on a hill with no wifi that you’re looking for ;)
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Wearing shorts and working from home would be a good start, Trent.
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Even though the trees are just budding, it does get me in a summer mood…
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Highs around here keep jumping between the 50s and the 80s. Spring can’t make up its mind.
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Yeah, we had high 40s and yet on Monday. But then, that is New England spring…
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Living above it all is wonderful – I know, I have 60 steps up to my loft apartment and I love it up here!
My FriFic tale is called Solace!
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60 steps – if nothing else, you are getting your exercise!
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Nice visual writing Trent. Matched up really well with the photo and conjured up both the past and present. 👋🙂
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Thanks Miriam. When I saw those steps, the words infinite stairway came to mind instantly, followed by the thought that it looked almost like an old pier where there was no longer a lake or pond.
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Things change, time changes, our descriptions change with them.
Nicely done.
Randy
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Things do change and sometimes the only thing left is our memories of the place/thing. Thanks.
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That’s beautiful, Trent and such a refreshing read after my horrific take. I don’t usually write about violence, but the story came along as they do.
I love how this building up like the stairs and has those lovely, poignant reminiscences. Well done.
How have you been? I’ve been very bogged down with the Blogging A-Z Challenge. Did you participate? I don’t think I saw you on the list. My theme was writing letters to Dead Artists. I asked each artist a question which can be rather camouflaged in my effusive prose. It was such a rush job but I spent hours and hours every day researching and trying to get into the head of each artist and their work. Now, I’m going to add a piece of music to each one. I thought you might like the first one. For the Venus de Milo, I’m going to have “She”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O040xuq2FR0
Best wishes,
Ro
PS I am looking froward to returning to the land of the living!
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No children were injured in the writing of my story ;) Yeah, sometimes the violent side comes out in these Friday Fictioneer stories.
I did not participate in the A-Z challenge. I have a hard enough time just doing normal blogging ;) I did read several of your Dead Artist posts and looked at the pictures on most even if I didn’t read every word of them. I’ll try to take a look at the video later, when I’m not at work.
I’m sure that you are done with that major blogging project I’ll see you around. Have a great day.
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Sure will. I love doing the challenge every year and always swear I’ll be better prepared next year and have all my posts done ahead but this is me we’re talking about…chaos central.
Best wishes,
Ro
PS I actually got out on the kayak about two weeks ago. It was only a brief 15 minute paddle but Geoff and my son took the laser out for a sail and I had to take my daughter to a dance audition.
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15 minutes is still something – I hope you enjoyed your time on the water.
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Beautiful. . must be such a peaceful place to live
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I’m sure it is, isolated at the top of that hill. Thanks.
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I loved this. Such imaginative names and great sense of reality.
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Looking at all of those steps up such a steep hill, I’m sure you’d call it something if you did it all of the time ;) Thanks.
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Dear Trent,
What’s in a name, indeed? Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle.
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