The lights have all gone out. Mist closes in, swallowing up the moonlight. Darkness prevails. She throws another log on the fire, flares a match and lights a candle. At least the woodshed is full, the larder too. Her eyes flit about the room: every technological trapping is now defunct. Useless.
She’s more resilient than most, living alone in her little lodge on the lake. She’s just put new batteries in the radio, but no-one’s broadcasting. Empty airwaves.
Cut off. Cut adrift.
She takes up her pen and pulls her notebook towards her. All she can do now is write.
Written in response to a prompt new to me from Susan T. Braithwaite
Genre Scribes Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #23
The challenge this week was communication.
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Ooh, I like this, Chris. Very atmospheric… and writing certainly helps with any situation!
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Thanks, Tom. So it does 🙂
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Good stuff, Chris! The isolation is tangible. I get a sense that there’s been a pulse event (think Dark Angel) to knock out all tech. Bravo! 👍
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Thanks, Susan 🙂 Certainly something dark and dramatic.
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The art of written communication. What a great take. Excellent!
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Thanks, Violet 🙂 I’m very pleased to have come across this challenge via your super cautionary tale!
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Awesome! I really like the way you ended this one too! The perfect story for that photo!😀
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Thanks, Debra:) There will always be stories.
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Very eerie scene-setting about going ‘back to basics’ – pulls the reader right in with a uplifting twist ending! Technology’s limited, but writing’s timeless 🙂
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Absolutely! We’ll always have our writing 🙂
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Actually, those are great conditions for writing
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I have to confess I’m wedded to my keyboard 😉
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You deftly placed the reader within the moment and I find myself strangely envious of that solitude.
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The perfect writing space, for a while at least.
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Somehow, I find this reassuring. Beautifully done, Chris.
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Thanks, Cath 🙂 When all else fails… write!
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When all else is lost… write on.
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And so we will…
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Sounds blissful!
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A place and space in which to give oneself up to the flow of words…
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Chris, sorry for the somewhat belated lines. This definitely is one of the best ‘terribly short shorts’ I’ve read in a long time. Thank you!
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🙂 thanks so much… and so pleased to have connected with you!
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Thanks Rory! I appreciate the compliment 🙂
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That’s a nice start, I was quite absorbed into being in your story, thanks for dropping by my blog.
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Great metaphor for great life of a writer. I love it!
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Thanks very much, Chris!
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You’re welcome.
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