It’s Friday Fictioneer time and playing to Rochelle’s tunes here’s my offering for this week inspired by a photo kindly shared by Dale Rogerson. To read or join the fun, click here. Thank you Rochelle and Dale.

Winter Twilight
Words 100
She loved her rocking chair. Kept on the porch, it was her peace patch, her escape whenever she wanted a break from life. Or enjoy. Angled with her face in the shade, her feet in the sun, she would rock back and forth chatting with friends, sister or mother.
Or simply look at the sun, the clouds, sighing with the breeze, dozing off to the chirps of black and white birds that hopped here and there.
Today, her companion and solace was to be incinerated.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she struggled to sit up on the bed.
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Thank you for visiting. I will be along shortly to visit your blog as well. Have a great weekend.
For anyone interested, Chapter 9 of Some Sugar & Spice is up.
Really, they could have waited to burn the chair
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Could have but then she insisted on sitting on it and broke her hip.
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Hopefully she still the memories.
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…has the memories – I forgot a word!
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Yes indeed, memories are a big solace
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So many losses as we age.
Tracey
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Yes indeed. Thank you Tracey.
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This is just plain lovely. Thank you!
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Thanks a lot Alicia.
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Such a lovely but bittersweet tale, Dahlia.
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Thank you Dale.
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Having somewhere to sit in peace is a simple luxury. Bringing in the generations to the story puts a long time stamp on the period, as age creeps its way into all our lifestyles.
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Thank you James for reading and your thoughtful comment.
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The 5th sentence is like what a dream life would be like. It’s sad that someone’s decided to not only take it away from her, but destroy it.
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I was attempting to portray that it’s her turn next. Thanks, Michael, for reading and commenting.
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A sweet, sad tale! You captured both her joy and melancholy.
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Thank you Claire 😊
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Why on earth would anyone want to do that? So sad.
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Well, life is like that, I guess. Thanks, Violet, for visiting.
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Incinerated…yikes, that’s graphic.
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Dear Dahlia,
A touching and tragic tale of the cycle of life.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle
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