
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Bold, inked details filled the foreground while the distant horizon disappeared into an indistinct wash of half-guessed color.
Tear blurred figures strode up the path towards Meg, the faces little more than a blot, but the names well known.
The names, the names. People and places. Things and ideas. The names paraded down that watercolor path towards her and away from her.
“Grandmother? Are you still with us?”
The dry-brushed voice belonged to a name half-familiar, but not one set into the scene the way Winslow Homer was.
She tried to paint the present, but her palette had gone dry.
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Word count = 100
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Great metaphor.
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Thanks :)
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very clever. I like it.
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Thanks :)
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Yex, sometimes creative juices fail to flow. Good story.
Ronda
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Thanks, Ronda.
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Beautifully written, Trent! I enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks, Miriam!
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You’re welcome, Trent!
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Great use of the photo to paint us a scene!
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Thanks!
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I agree with other comments here. Great use of your writer’s tool box. Well done!
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Thanks!
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Elegant and evocative piece, Trent.
I can relate to the ‘half-guessed color’
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Thanks. With that “half-guessed”, my memory too often is like one of the watercolors and it is little more than a guess ;)
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A beautifully captured poetic piece. You described her inner life quite magnificently.
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Thanks. :)
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This was such a beautiful write, Trent. One of my favourites from you. So good.
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Thanks, Dale. I guess I should try to go metaphorical more often :)
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Yes! This was truly wonderful.
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:)
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Poetic and beautifully sensitive portrait of an inevitable stage of life for many.
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Some may keep bold colors to the end, but it is the inevitable stage for many. Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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An excellent write! An excellent read!
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Thanks, Resa!
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Beautifully expressed. Loved that last line!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks. This was one of those that the last line came first and the story was written to reach it.
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Trent, I had to read it again just to get the full impact. This is so good. Love the last line.
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Wow, thanks for the kind words, Linda :) Glad you liked it. I thought of the last line first and so wrote everything to work up to it.
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Beautiful. Plus a Winslow reference. Love his work 💜💙
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Thanks! For some reason, I put Winslow in, and then thought, “nah, he didn’t do watercolor, did he?” I Googled “artists who used watercolor” and his name was on the short list, so…
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Dear Trent,
Such a beautifully painted metaphorical story. It really touched my heart.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle, I am glad you enjoyed the story. I wanted to try something a little different today.
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A poignant piece indeed. Nice one Trent.
Here’s mine!
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Thanks, Keith.
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Oh, wow! This is amazing
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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“She tried to paint the present, but her palette had gone dry.” – Pretty much says it all. What great line.
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Thanks. I thought of that line first and wrote the story to match.
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Sad and beautifully written story, Trent.
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Thanks. Trying something a little different.
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You’re welcome :)
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A life lived and lost. The present is indeed a difficult one to capture in art!
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Those painted memories are all some have left, and the present? Yep, a difficult capture.
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