Dear Rochelle and fellow Friday Fictioneers, This is my second stab at writing for this week’s prompt. I guess I must be out of practice: instead of fictioneering I ranted for a hundred words, posted then banished from inlinkz when I realized a piece of fiction it was not. Back to the photo prompt and finding my muse again. :>)
Genre: Fiction; Word count: 100 Come along and join in with Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt and limit our words to 100 or less. Click on the frog to read more stories.
Andrea gripped her husband’s hand tightly as Grace ripped open the letter. It was from her birth mother. The fifteen-year-old had made them promise to give it to Grace when she too reached fifteen.
You were loved every moment I carried you. Just wanted you to know that. There won’t be a moment when I don’t love you.
Sighing, Grace looked up from the blunt, childish scrawl, a smile on her face.
“I believe her. She could have thrown me away like a piece of garbage. Speaking of which, Dad, can we get back to fixing up my motorcycle?”

Beautifully conveyed, Dora. I’m glad you got that first “story” out of your system. I’m also glad you chose to write another.
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Aww thanks, Lisa. 🥰 You’re the bee’s knees and I need a holiday from the Newzpeak.
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You’re welcome and thanks ❤ May be.
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Thank you for the photo prompt too, Lisa. Very motor-vating. (Pardon the pun, yuk yuk). 🙂
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You’re welcome, my friend 🙂
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A wonderfully pragmatic attitude
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Absolutely the right tack to take! Thanks Neil.
pax,
dora
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I wouldn’t worry too much about it, Dora… it’s been on a lot of our minds…
❤
David
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Thanks David. Hard to maintain our equilibrium when looking at the news these days. Hope you and your family are well.
pax,
dora
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Hi Dora, i’m glad you wrote your story. (If I can’t motivate myself I give Friday Fictioneers a miss. I know I shouldn’t).
“The blunt childish scrawl” tells a whole story in on its own.
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James,
Thank you for those kind comments, so very much appreciated.
pax,
dora
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Wonderful swing to the present from the past
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A.,
Many thanks! Glad you liked it.
pax,
dora
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I’m so glad you wrote this to replace your rant. The story makes some of the same points, but far more powerfully. It’s also a lovely story in its own right. You’ve written it with great skill and empathy.
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Penny,
You cheer my heart with your warm and kindly comments. Thank you so much. I agree that a story is much better than a rant.
pax,
dora
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Wonderful story, first you tug at our heartstrings and then you show us the pragamtism of youth. She knows she’s loved and that seems enough (for the moment).
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Gabi,
Exactly. “For the moment.” Teenage angst can swerve from practical to practically hysterical in a moment. Thanks for your generous comments!
pax,
dora
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No worries about your first post, Dora. Totally understandable. This is a really nice one.
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Thank you, Adele. So glad you liked it!
pax,
dora
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You’re welcome, Dora 🙂 God bless.
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You too, my friend, grace and peace continually.
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A perfect example of the way the mid-teen mind works! Nice one Dora.
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Keith,
She handled it with her own kinda … grace.
pax,
dora
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Dear Dora,
I understand about struggling with the prompt. My muse and I are having a wrestling match lately. She has me questioning myself as a writer. Another story for another time. 😉 I love where you took the prompt. It seems Grace took the note from her birth mother rather well. This seems to be a story that could be fleshed out into something longer.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I’m glad this worked. Tbh, I almost gave up, so thanks for the generous words of encouragement, my friend!
pax,
dora
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