Friday Fictioneers – Making Sure



The frosty grass crunched under my bare feet, my toes numb. The muscles in my legs weak after walking so long. I could still smell smoke in the cold morning air.

I had rinsed the gasoline off my hands in a stream, the cold water had hurt so bad, deep down in the bone. But my hands went numb after that too, the pain invisible now. The only pain left was in my heart, in my soul.

But this was it, freedom, no more punching, no more words. He was gone for good, I made sure of that.

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Under 100 words this time! I’ve never managed that before. 

Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories prompted by a picture that  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts  every Wednesday. Around 100 people participate, their stories and poems are brilliant; check them out here.

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53 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Making Sure

    • I didn’t mean to write the first paragraph that way, but now when I reread it, you’re right, it is sensual, and the whole story takes a turn after that. I meant for the whole thing to be dark and foreboding.

      Quite an eye opener your comment is… I feel like I just learned a valuable writing lesson on reader-perspective here.
      So thank you very much, I really appreciate your comment!! 🙂

  1. She’s stepped across that bridge in the picture. I feel like the fields beyond might hold a lot of hope, and gasoline might not be the only thing she’s washing her hands of! Nicely subtle writing – telling the story without *telling* the story is a great art.

  2. And yet another man-molests-maiden story in the group. Well told, but the world would be better if they were truly ‘Fiction.’ I have pain for your gender, and sad embarrassment for mine. 😦

  3. Washing tha gasoline off her hands gave me a foreboding of what was to come. Some things seem to have no other resolution for those who suffer. Too sad that this freedom won’t last. Great story.

  4. A person can only take so much abuse. At least she didn’t have a child with her to worry about. I would guess it was self-defense. I can see why she felt she had to settle it herself. The fear must be terrific with physical abuse. I hope she’s able to start a new life. Well written, Rachel. — Suzanne

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