Dust to dust (Friday Fictioneers)
PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior
“Why so much coffee?”
I didn’t answer. It was obvious, wasn’t it? A room full of writers. Coffee was mandatory. That and the wine / whisky but it was rather early. I walked the room again, ensuring everything was in its place and perfectly aligned.
A sad day. The passing of a legend. But I was determined to find some joy in the proceedings. He would have wanted it this way. “You should have told him.”
No way could I have shown him my manuscript. He would have hated it.
Now he’s gone.
Perhaps it’s time to dust it off.
This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt
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Darwin had the same problem. He didn’t publish Origin of Species until his father died
Yes I think fear and love can be a powerful detractor. It can also be a powerful inspiration and motivator.
An interesting ‘human condition’, if that is what you can call this – the fear of disapproval and lack of confidence and self doubt as well as an assumption that may not have been true.
Yes! Exactly James. Why one person can hold so much emotional power and we let them I don’t know but either a mom or a dad… there are emotions that control us
Sometimes it’s trying to please those that know you that is more intimidating than the thought of strangers reading your work. Nice scene Laurie.
Yes! Exactly Iain. I think we just want them to be proud of us.
So true… After my Mom died, I finally felt free to write/art, and yes, even LIVE for the first time. Death can be an ‘independence day’ in a way. Love your take on the prompt! 🙂 ❤
Hi Jelli. Yes I think the pressure and fear will stop the best of us. It sounds like you are free to create now and I love your writing!
I agree with Iain… we so want approval from those we admire…that it is ever more scary to share with them!
Oh yes Dale I think so. Its a powerful thing and fear can stop us doing so much.
Who is he? Where is he now? Why would he hate the manuscript?
Odd as it may seem, I don’t like my mother to read my blog stories!
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Really? I struggle to get my partner to read mine at all 😄
Very realistic of many peoples’ stories.
Thank you Lisarey!
Leaves me wondering what the relationship was. Father? You know, I don’t let anyone read my stuff until it’s finished. Especially no one in my family.
Oh yes I think its a heavy thing. Letting someone read your words. In the end I sure hope you do though
Dear Laurie,
Coffee in the morning, wine at night. I’m still waiting for my brother to read my books. But I’m not holding my breath. A good piece that we can all relate to. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Hahaha oh my gosh my partner hasn’t read mine either! I feel your pain 😃
The power others hold over us is often oppressive. A living death sentence. Nicely done.
Yes I think people don’t realise the effect they have on others. Sometimes even too late
It sounds as if there are some repressed stories to be revealed.
I think there will be. And possibly a lot of anger
I wonder if it’s one of those confessional novels where the parted friend plays a role.
Oooo I love that idea Bjorn! Or an Agatha Christie murder mystery?
Yep, with so many writer sin one place, coffee is the obligatory drink to keep them going. Anything else and they might share ideas with each other 😉
Gosh can you imagine the stories they’d tell? 🤣
I can really relate to this, you told your story so well.
Thank you Jilly! 😊