FF-Challenge June 30th – Those Eyes

Here we are, coming up to the last day in June, easing into a holiday weekend in Canada (Happy 150th Birthday!) and Independence Day in the USA. But before we get to those celebrations, let’s take a moment to read some Friday Fictioneer stories. If you would like more info on this weekly tradition please click Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s name to visit our hosts site.

Today’s photo prompt is brought to us by the esteemed and accomplished Rochelle. Remember this photo is the property of the photographer and shouldn’t be used for any purpose without express permission.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Now my 100 word story –

His emails became more frequent. They played with Valerie’s heartstrings, turning her inside out. Her mother didn’t understand why she had to go, why she chose to leave her well-tuned life. “You’re trying to grasp smoke,” she scolded.

In Naples, Valerie wove her way down sun dappled cobblestone streets, questioning her decision at every turn. “You don’t know him,” echoed in her ears. Her hesitant knock on a battered wooden door was answered by a man Valerie had never met. He gazed at her with heartbreakingly familiar eyes. Valerie whispered what she had longed to say all her life, “Papa.”

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the story. Leave me a comment by clicking the link button below the LIKE bar.

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Cheers,

Cindy

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51 thoughts on “FF-Challenge June 30th – Those Eyes

    1. I think so. Thanks for reading and commenting.
      Keith, I read your beautiful poem. For some reason I have never been able to figure out how to leave a comment. There have been many times I wanted to comment but could get my link to work.

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    1. Glad you dropped by Christine. As you said that would be quite an adventure. Do ghosts ever live up to your expectations.

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      1. I worked with a man in his thirties who confided one day that he’d been adopted. He said, “If I ever find my birth mother I’m going to spit in her face.”
        I told him, “You don’t at all know the circumstances around your birth. Better wait until you do.” Thankfully our daughter has never felt like he did.
        I think often the abandoned child — especially if they vaguely remember — has a pretty low opinion of the absent parent. Sometimes the child’s pleasantly surprised and much more sympathetic once he hears the truth. And sometimes not. But usually they realize the picture’s much bigger than “He/She didn’t want me.”

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    1. I agree, my father was the same. Perhaps that is why we feel stories like this – we know what they are missing.

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