Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff -Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
The corporation said out. They said no.
An accident? Their charred bodies lay for weeks.
It’s not much. There never was gold in the mine.
It was everything, a chance, just their dream.
What now? It’s impossible to sell.
Then, I’ll evoke their spirits and seek revenge.
I see a lake, hotels, casinos, dance halls, I see roads and an airstrip.
People will come for entertainment and play the games of chance.
I’ll sell them opportunity and aspirations of wealth.
They will come to chase the glitter of fool’s gold.
I will reap the goldmine of hopes and dreams.
Please Note: the novel will be available as an e-book at the end of March.
Missing –Read the first chapter – here.
When Laura was three years old, she was dragged away from her garden swing and taken into care. This experience created feelings, as she grew up, of being abandoned and unwanted by her mother.
As an adult, she contacts a librarian in the village where she was born for assistance in tracing her relatives. She ignores an anonymous warning to stay away.
In Russet House, she finds photographs of her mother, and from newspaper cuttings hidden in the attic she reads about a horrific event.
Laura is shocked by the tragedy and with the help of a retired detective is determined to solve the mystery. However, their investigation unsettles those close to Laura who advise her to let the past rest.
Laura had come to Kirkindale to find her mother, instead she discovered her identity was a lie.
I have completed thirty seven chapters of the book and I am on the third editing cycle. (Will I ever finish?). The book cover is also a draft.
Comments welcome – the good, the bad and the ugly – my skin is thicker than an elephant’s.
Dream Lover – Three Line Tales
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My dreams of you are beautiful, and in mornings I wake shivering in cold fear.
I know you are watching me and today you’ve made your feelings very clear.
Choking and claustrophobic in this café, as my dream lover – a stranger – is near.
My short story ‘Innocent’ is written in the second person, a difficult form of narrative to maintain with credibility. The character is ‘you’, which I believe is a provocative gesture towards the reader. Many people are put off by this style as they find it difficult to form empathy with the character, especially if they are dark or evil. But this story is not about the character, it asks the reader to consider the meaning of ‘innocence.’ Are you convinced?