19 Apr

wasp-nestPhoto Copyright Janet Webb

I stroke her fragile hand in the pale light of the moon, her skin now as dry and papery as a wasp’s nest.

“Remember that poem you wrote to your puppy? I thought it was for me; you stole my heart way back in third grade.”

Softly I recite the four lines memorized nearly 78 years ago.

All can see our friendship is strong;
No doubt, by my side you belong.
Brown-eyed scamp, your kiss I adore.
I’ll love you forever…or more.

This is the final verse of our love story; I draw my last breath and reach for forever.

I missed last week’s Friday Fictioneers since I was out of town, but I’m back on board this week, submitting my 100 words inspired by the photograph selected by the Fictioneers’ fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and guided by the letter Q of April’s A to Z Challenge!


Posted by on April 19, 2013 in Challenges, Fiction


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21 responses to “Quatrain

  1. Lily Mugford

    April 19, 2013 at 8:23 PM

    beautiful… I have a tear.

  2. The Bumble Files

    April 19, 2013 at 8:28 PM

    Oh, that’s cool how you have yet another prompt with the letter. “Q.” I found it very clever how you wove this into this story, and also “her skin now as dry and papery as a wasp’s nest.” Well done!

    • dreaminofobx

      April 20, 2013 at 8:01 PM

      I really enjoy trying to weave different challenges together…some days it’s easier than others!

  3. sustainabilitea

    April 19, 2013 at 11:41 PM

    Awww, nice. Welcome back. I thought she was the one dying but you fooled me.


    • dreaminofobx

      April 20, 2013 at 7:59 PM

      I hope I fooled a lot of people! I figured even if she was the one who survived, her skin at that age would probably still be thin and papery (my grandmother’s was), so it wasn’t too much of a reach.

  4. kdillmanjones

    April 20, 2013 at 2:35 AM

    The last line is very moving.

    • dreaminofobx

      April 20, 2013 at 7:59 PM

      I’m glad I could capture some emotion in so few words.

  5. Sandra

    April 20, 2013 at 7:21 AM

    You turned that nicely, well done.

    • dreaminofobx

      April 20, 2013 at 7:59 PM

      Thank you…I did that in one of my many rewrites, hoping the ending would not be what the first line led you to believe.

  6. rochellewisoff

    April 20, 2013 at 12:41 PM

    Dear Michelle,
    A lovely piece. Full of pathos and telling visuals. Papery and thin…nice.

    • dreaminofobx

      April 20, 2013 at 7:57 PM

      Thank you Rochelle. I ran out of words to work in the shiny pebbles as well. 🙂

  7. elappleby

    April 20, 2013 at 5:48 PM

    Lovely story. I really enjoyed this.
    (Pssst – The second word – is that ‘stoke’ or ‘stroke’?)

    • dreaminofobx

      April 20, 2013 at 7:20 PM

      It was supposed to be stroke–thanks for catching that!

  8. helen jameson

    April 20, 2013 at 9:04 PM

    Loverly! The descriptions are so beautiful…especially this, “her skin now as dry and papery as a wasp’s nest.” I had a tear, too.

  9. glossarch

    April 21, 2013 at 4:10 AM

    Well written, tight and evocative.

  10. Lyn

    April 21, 2013 at 10:45 AM

    Oh, that was lovely. I watched “Last Tango in Halifax” last night, and it reminded me of that…sweet and wonderful.

    • dreaminofobx

      April 21, 2013 at 3:18 PM

      I missed “Last Tango in Halifax,” but I just Googled it and it looks like a series I’d enjoy. Guess I’ll be spending my next rainy day in front of the AppleTV! 🙂

  11. Sarah Ann

    April 22, 2013 at 7:30 PM

    Beautiful and poignant.

  12. Joe Owens

    April 23, 2013 at 1:35 PM

    Such a touching little piece. Love can come in so many forms.

  13. lingeringvisions

    April 24, 2013 at 4:06 AM

    Awwww..warm fuzzies 


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