Flight – Friday Fictioneers
24June 22, 2016 by petrujviljoen
I alight from my flight, step through my own door. I departed so long ago. Objects d’art, chairs, chintz, familiar, all mine. I don’t really remember that it is.
Suitcase – just inside the door. I’ll find my room later …
The laptop swung onto the dining table, dust flying. I’ll start where I left off after the, after … well, that is, before the …
I, the spectator, the guest. Effectively silenced. For so long.
Amazed, I watch myself.
Screaming glad I still can sustained grieving shattered glass exploding bleeding hurting laughing life healing wholly being freely searching.
Copyright Rich Voza
I’ve come full circle. I wrote my first flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers to this photograph. The current fiction is a metaphorical sequel. I’d like to thank Rochelle for her unstinting diligence as hostess. I grew in my writing beyond my expectations and am grateful to have had the opportunity. I probably wouldn’t have turned writer but for Friday Fictioneers! Thank you also to fellow fictioneers for the considerable support given.
Follow the link to Rochelle’s blog, click on the blue frog to read the other writers.
Cool description of life changing, life going on, regardless…
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Wow! A tough read but that’s what we’re here for. I need more time to digest this. Love a challenge.
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Good! Thanks for dropping by.
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Hmmm…observing the self. Feels like he might have died in a plane crash. If so, the dust in the apartment suggests after-world time operates differently than real-time. Vivid, metaphoric story. Brava!
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No plane crash. Still alive. Love your comment. Thanks for the visit!
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A interesting piece, making me work hard to build a mental picture, which I just about have.
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Glad you found it interesting! Thanks for the visit and comment. Appreciated.
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Dear Petruj,
Haunting piece. Thank you for your kind words and I’m pleased FF has helped your writing. I can say the same thing for myself which is why I have to keep it going. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you again Rochelle. Your willingness to keep the site going is invaluable. Much regard.
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I can see her returning… very much changed… anchored but connected… maybe done with escaping.
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Nice! And true. Thanks!
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A mysterious piece, but makes good reading.
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Thanks!
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I like the surreal. Unbounded.
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I was thinking about it last night – maybe more conceptual than surreal?
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Otherworldly? Not meaning another planet but a reality not our everyday one?
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Quite!
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I’ve decided it is autobiographical in the sense that the room where the laptop went is a newly discovered space (always been there) in the psyche where creative writing happens and can now grow after achieving a freedom from oppressive circumstances. A long unused place, therefore the dust flying when the laptop got put on the table. The other luggage/baggage is secondary. So the last para will be the various topics/forms of expression used in different stories over a period of time. Mining the experiences so to speak. The survival is primary – writing into a life of some sort.
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I like this metaphorical world you have created. Looking forward to meeting more spaces in it.
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Me too.
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Hey! How’s it going? I don’t remember this story, but it IS somewhat mysterious. Surreal, actually.
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The first story, I did link it ‘first flash fiction’ is very different. And yes, I do seem to have gone a bit surreal. Thanks for the input!
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Hmm, That’s mysterious. I assume he’s dead, but I’m not sure
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It’s okay to be unsure.
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