Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
It’s a great river. I stand by the sturdy railings, looking out near to the ocean. It’s warm, as I continued to stare out.
But things had been less pleasant then. I remember some of that. Parts had disappeared.
And I’m grateful for that.
It had been an art exhibition. Some little random talking, and rather too much champagne.
An older man brought me out by the railings, and he hoisted me up.
He smiled in an odd way.
I’d realised what was happening. But it was too late by then.
.
.
.
Still, I have a daughter now.
Pretty, isn’t she.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Truthful Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
A very wonderful story 👍
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Thanks a lot!
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You’re most welcome! Have a wonderful Friday!
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You too… enjoy!
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Thanks! ☺️
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My goodness, champagne and older men, I am not sure if this was wise!
Well, blessed are the little children.
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Indeed. Not a good thing at all.
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You captured the dissociation chillingly here
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And that was my aim.
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An extraordinary piece of writing, and very unsettling.
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The photo up there is a bit of the Cape Fear River in North Carolina. It was the name which triggered my thoughts.
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Thanks for that extra bit of information. Things fall into place a bit better now.
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😊
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Compelling and unsettling, Chris.
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I’m afraid I have. Sorry about that, but thanks anyway, Dave!
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Oops! Sounds dangerous.
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It certainly was.
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🤗🤗🤗
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💛💛💛
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I’m glad she can appreciate her lovely daughter after that.
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Exactly. A happy ending at least!
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across the way
spanning time yours and mine
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Like two rivers between an ocean.
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or paul s gran da in hard days night. a room and a room. rather clean fellow. ah those liverpudlains. fab!
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Oh my, what a story
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An odd one, I admit.
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Predators come in all shapes and sizes, don’t they? Luckily, she was not thrown overboard after.
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Yes indeed. It could have been worse (just) for her.
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Yes, exactly. it’s still not idea and she is accepting of the result of the attack, but still…
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i suppose anyone would fall for almost anything after having too much to drink—though at least she didn’t end up in the river.
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Poor girl, I am just saying.
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The end was too good
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Well, I guess the end was pretty good, at least.
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This can be developed into a big novel..
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Well, maybe a long short story!! 😉
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Well you certainly caught the mood and swung it 160% at the end there! … a brilliant piece of writing. 💜💜💜
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Gosh! Thank you so much, Willow. 💛🥰💛
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I mean it Chris it really hit me in the gut!
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My goodness… sorry about that. 🤔
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No that’s really good 👍
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I’m probably happy you weren’t clearer on what happened!
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I felt I could leave several bits out, that’s for sure. Lucky there was only 100 words for this!
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Dude! Way to blindside the Reader!!*
*compliment on the skill in constructing a context that allows the surprise ending… ayiee the remains of such a primitive (not in a good way) aspects of man
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Well, it was a rather strange couple of thoughts came into my mind. Whoops, perhaps.
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When the “no” is choked in drunkenness, possibly on both sides, and society says you have no right. Small bundle of comfort, but poor girl!
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Difficult things for both sides perhaps, but most definitely harder for the young woman.
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Agreed!
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A very powerful poem!
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Indeed, and maybe a whoops too.
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🙂
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An unsettling story, told so well.
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Aww, thanks so much, Brenda.
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Dear Chris,
At least she loves her daughter. Bittersweet story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hope that you enjoyed that, Rochelle – a lovely river although it’s called Cape Fear… so interesting about that.
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Chris, a good story for reading between the lines. Nice spin on that image.
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Thanks a lot, Li. 😊
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You are very welcome.
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A great piece of storytelling. That twist at the end, was dark and all too real.
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I am glad that you enjoyed it, even though it was rather dark, as you have said. Thanks so much.
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A valuable treasure to keep! Odd how innocence can be lost all to quickly.
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That’s so true, Jules.
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