Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
She had been staring for some time. She’d been cradling a large brandy glass, and it still wasn’t empty, it was warm and mellow, like she could’ve had a small cigar in the past. But that was long ago, it was so different then.
She watched the young things, who were dancing in the moonlight. She began reminiscing – so many ideas and plans, but nothing was real.
She put down her glass, as she took something out. She fiddled with it, and put it back again. Nothing worked.
She stood up, and walked away.
But no one saw her.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
Interesting snippet from a story.
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I was trying to get as much as I could in that 100 words! Thanks so much, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome dear friend
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Ghosts tread lightly. Nice take Chris.
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There certainly could be some ghosts in that place. Thanks, Di.
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This was rather haunting, definitely a pondering life feeling ❤️
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Well, I left it open… some different thoughts here.😉
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Just to let you know, Gary… spam is being a bother, again – all I was going to say was something about a couple of castles in your place!! 🏰😉
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This speaks volumes to me about women of a certain age becoming- invisible.
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Yep, definitely my take! Hmm, ‘that’ age for a woman.
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was she there or was she not 💜😁
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Yup, one of those! Thanks, Sis. 😉💛
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💜💜💜💜
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Poignant and haunting, Chris.
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Indeed! Thanks, Dave.
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Everything becomes real if one desires it! She might keep staring into the brandy glass and see the shadow of the young thing looking back at her!
Don’t give up! 🤗🥰💖
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I think she’s up to something there… maybe she’s writing something – like on a napkin on the table! 😉💛😊
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most of us are indeed invisible
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Quite so, but not necessarily bad.
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no an advantage
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What Violet said. This touched me deeply. Beautifully written.
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Aww, thanks a lot, Dale – we know being a woman at a particular age now. Such is life!
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That we do! And that it is 🙂
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A sorrowful story indeed, Chris.
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It could be… or maybe not. Thanks, Keith.
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Fantastic, Chris, …the state of non -being described so emotively, …I want to hug her, …💙
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Aww, that so sweet… thanks so much, Penn! Hugs all round. 💛💛
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✨🤗💙✨
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This is so sad.
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It certainly could be…
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The sense of her as simply an observer is well-wrought
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Thanks so much!
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I felt sad for her as she walked away invisible. Well written!
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Aww, thank you so much, Brenda.
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Definitely sad…a palpable response.
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Thanks so much, Rene!😊
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You’re most welcome! And while I have your attention…am I recalling correctly that you offered to do some of the flowers for Bedelia’s wedding? If so, I’m thinking you could do a large arrangement for the reception–center table (bride & groom’s table)…and that would give me a way to link to you–what do you think?
It came to me, after Denise and I chatted back and forth in comments–as she’s the “bartender” in 6SS Cafe, I’ve asked her to serve at the reception. She’s not replied yet–but I think it would be fun to have you both involved. Let me know–if so, I’ll tell you Bedelia’s colors later.😊
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Haha, sounds brilliant to me… meaning la Raconteuse and the Bartender being there!
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So is that a YES on doing the floral centerpiece?
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I guess so (oh heck) I have never done something like that. 🤔
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Now focus and breathe–this is just fiction, you don’t have to do an arrangement in Real Life🤗 Now, when we get to “that day”, do I refer to you as the French name, or can I just call you Chris so I can put a link to your site?
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Chris is fine on my site!
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Great, thanks much for letting me know!!
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A haunting piece, Chris, and unfortunately realistic. Well done!
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Aww, thanks so much, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Chris.
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This made me wonder how many women experience invisibility. I know I’ve been invisible before mostly involuntarily but on one occasion intentionally….
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It’s true though. I realised that by the time I was around 45-50, I could see that people wouldn’t look twice whenever I was walking around. Well, only if I had fallen on the floor!
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Chris, your descriptions have me imagining how ghosts would act and think. I enjoyed your story.
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So glad that you enjoyed that, Li. 😊 – ghosts are good (in this one).
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🙂
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Intriguing piece, Chris
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Thanks, Robbie.
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🤎
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Having read the comments I understand your intention better. I know older women complain about feeling invisible. I think professional women get hit by this hard when they retire and lose their designation.
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It’s one of those things…
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🤗
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Dear Chris,
Nothing worse than going to a party and feeling invisible. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great photo… thanks for that, Rochelle!
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I like your take on the image. Its unnerving, and provides a lot of world building.
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Yes, definitely an interesting photo! Thanks for that, Darnell.
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