All she had to do, was to light the old oil lamp, and the reflection of the glass would bring back unforgettable moments.
That was the time of the day when the shadows of the past started to dance all around her.
The warmth of smiles and the sadness of loss and her in the middle, surrounded by never ending love.
Sitting alone was her therapy after a long day at work.
Soon this house would be filled with all the people she loved, but for now, it was just her and the flickering flame of the old oil lamps.
(Word Count: 100)
It’s Wednesday again, and it’s time for another 100-word challenge. Times seems to fly these days.
The Friday Fictioneers are held by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click >>>here<<< and join the fun. It’s an amazing challenge. Every week I fear that I might not come up with another idea and every week I proof myself wrong.
I do have imagination -who would have thought. 🙂
Lovely thoughts, Bridget. Many of us have memories which bring us warmth. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
I enjoyed your take on the prompt. There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone.
At times, those quiet moments can be like gold. Nicely done …
Isadora 😎
“Those quiet moments can be like gold,” I like that. Thank you!
😎
Oh what a sad story, but maybe solitude is needed to get through
Sadness and happiness, laughter and tears come hand in hand.
I loved this. Initially, I suspected something sinister, probably because we read so much of that in flash fiction, but you took the path less traveled. Good for you. I never get tired of reading about pure love.
“I never get tired of reading about pure love,” we have that in common.
Thank you for your kind words.
Such a peaceful scene. It shows that being alone doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
Wise words, thank you.
Wonderful scene, peaceful and reflective. You captured the essence of those moments of quiet. 🙂
I need quiet to regroup – if that makes any sense.
Yes. Total sense!
A lovely and relaxing scene.
Dear Bridget,
I relate to this piece well. I enjoy my early morning hours when it’s quite and I can be alone with my thoughts. Well written. Yes, you do have an imagination. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, I feel the same way. I need my Me-time, it balances my soul.
Peace!
Inner peace!! A valuable commodity.
There is a peace here. Very well written. A moment to herself
I guess we all need that once in a w hile
Love this!
Grazie mille
love this
Thank you Lisa.
A degree of sadness mixed with happy memories. You painted a lovely image.
Melancholic and poignant story, I enjoyed it very much.
Thank you, I enjoyed writing it.
A nice bit of quiet contemplation. I can see the attraction of that. Nice one.
Thank you Iain.
Sad, but very peaceful feeling. I like the thought of sitting quietly in the lamp light alone for a while.
I do too, I seem to need it on a regular base.
Her reflection is just lovely.
What should have been a sad story of loneliness, you managed to make it feel warm because of the narrator’s tone and attitude. Loved it.
There is a difference between being alone and being lonely. I have been alone often, I very selfishly enjoy “Me-time.” I have never been lonely.
I am glad you loved it.
I know what you mean. I have a strong need for alone time and have occasionally felt very lonely in spite of – or perhaps, because of – being surrounded by other people.
Feeling alone in a crowded room, I know what you mean. I just had an experience like that and it gave me the strong sensation of not belonging. I couldn’t wait to leave.
That’s exactly it!! … not belonging. What a terrible feeling.
Beautiful
Awwweeeee, you just made my Wednesday a bit brighter.