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Wednesday, January 10, 2018

FF: Is it you or me

PC: Victor and Sarah Potter
I am in a tiny house, in a village where no one knows me, miles away from my past and away from an abusive husband. I am sitting here on a cold night with a cup of hot chocolate and staring at the neatly made cobweb.

I wonder, is that spider scared? 
Why has it made so many layers around it? 
How far has it traveled to settle here? 
Has it been used and beaten? 
Does it feel lonely? 
Will it ever find love? 
Will it ever be happy?

Suddenly, tears cloud my eyes while I think, Is it is spider or is it me that I am thinking about?

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

47 comments:

  1. Lovely flash showing the character's insight. Transference to the spider made her realise all her own issues. Well done.

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  2. That's clever and moving

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  3. A very graphic take on her situation. Nicely done.

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  4. Sounds like the spider is better company than her husband.

    https://iainkellywriting.wordpress.com/2018/01/10/black-widow/

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    1. I agree....better to be alone than beaten :-)
      Thanks fro dropping by Iain

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  5. I like the way you use the spider's web as a metaphor for the difficulties of the narrator's life. You've written it neatly.

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  6. Dear DeeDee,

    A sad piece. I like the way she relates her situation to the spider. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  7. I am glad she has taken the first step toward a better life. Leaving him was the smartest thing.

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    1. I agree with you. Lets hope all goes well for her from now on.
      Thanks for dropping by Linda :-)

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  8. The spider and the lady should hang in there!

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    1. Ahh i like the way you have put it.
      Thanks for dropping by varad :-0

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  9. Heartbreaking... I sense in the story the speaker is referring to herself with those questions.

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    1. Yeah, idle mind is a hard thing.
      Thanks for dropping by Susie :-)

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  10. The very fact that it can now even think these thoughts means that the tide is turning, and she will live again! Great story.

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    1. I do hope that all good happens to her from now on
      Thanks for dropping by Anurag :-)

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  11. if anything, she did something about it. that's a good start.

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    1. Lets hope all happens good now
      Thanks for dropping by Plaridel :-)

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  12. I feel for her. At least she is processing her feelings and doing some self-care. She'll get there :)

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    1. We hope all good happens for her now :-)
      Thanks for dropping by JJ

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  13. Time to turn things around in her favour now I think. :)

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    1. I do hope that
      Thanks for dropping by Pensitivity :-)

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  14. Nicely done: sometimes it is while pointing outward that we realize we are seeing something inside.

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  15. Nicely done Dee Dee. I like the way you have asked questions which is a mental reflection of the character's situation.
    So, far her company looks good, I guess. :)
    Thanks, Norma.

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  16. Nice take, DeeDee. I can so imagine she would have asked any critter lying about as she contemplated her own life.

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    1. :-)
      I can imagine that too. Thanks for dropping by Dale :-)

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  17. Lovely story, and very poignantly expressed.

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  18. Sometimes its just easier to project your emotion on something else than yourself I think. Very nice writing.

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    1. Oh I so agree with you Brudberg. Thanks for dropping by :-)

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  19. Oh the feeling of escape.. as a foster child, as a witness of abuse.. nothing in this world is sweeter than the moment of feeling safe.. even in a web filled room. Really tuggged at heart strings. Peace to you

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  20. I hope that there are many cups of hot chocolate to comfort her, and a better life to come. I enjoyed the way you related this story.

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