The writing of my latest tome is taking longer than I expected, thus my urge to take a breather and take part in this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Many thanks to Sandra Crook for the photo prompt and to our dynamo of a host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
My apologies for posting yet another excerpt from my novel Counting Magpies (last seen disappearing through a black hole into another universe, otherwise known as the publisher’s submissions backlog!).
Genre: Speculative fiction
Word Count: 100
~MEMORY STOKED~
Janice has never lived in a city akin to Warsaw, or witnessed multitudinous fire-gutted buildings, some with bodies inside. I trudge after her, weighted by a memory.
When I was seven years old the Mafia burnt down my favourite ice-cream parlour—some kind of turf war—with my friend, her older sister, father, and grandmother inside. Afterwards, I’d obsessed over visions of gallons of ice-cream melting into a rainbow stream that ran all the way out the door and down the road to forever, not to hell but to paradise. This fantasy was better than imagining the family incinerated alive.
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How absolutely lovely
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Thank you, Neil 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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A lovely, upbeat, inspiring read on this rainy Friday morn. LOL Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to go cut my wrists. 🙂
And what really bothers me about these 100 words of yours, Sarah, is that I love them. Of course, I write the Shadow series with a multitude of deaths, so there you go.
Happy Friday my friend!
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I don’t do too many deaths in my writing, although am not averse to reading about them in my fellow author’s novels 😉 The poor woman in my novel has some very bad memories to deal with, and something has just triggered this one big-time. There is plenty of light as well as shade in the story, including some funny bits, although not as many as in my latest tome.
Happy Friday to you, too, my dear friend!
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The image of the ice cream river is very vivid.
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I remember once, as a child of about that age, seeing some melted Neopolitan ice cream and thinking how pretty the colours looked blending into each other.
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You have painted such a vivid scene with this story/excerpt – even though it’s very chilling. Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you, Susan.
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Number 1: Don’t you dare apologise for using an excerpt!
Number 2: This was fabulous in an awful and wonderful way. The horror of what happened, and the way she dealt with it… ice cream river is better than a blood-filled one.
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I will therefore apologise for apologising for using an excerpt 😉 At the point when this character (Marta) enters my story, she is a comlex woman who carries a lot of baggage with her, which I reveal in slow drips throughout the novel.
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Glad we cleared that up! 😁
Ooohhh… drip away…
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excellent!
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Thank you 🙂
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Welcome!
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well… the excerpt fit completely and so in my opinion, you keep using them as you see fit – and this was a dense snippet – loved the part about “but to paradise. This fantasy was better than….”
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Thank you 🙂 Directly I saw the photo prompt, I thought of this excerpt. There was another one in the novel later on that fitted the prompt — an incident that was a knock-on effect of the character’s childhood experience — but it was too long and there was no way that I could have squeezed it down into 100 words and made it stand on its own.
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ahhhh.
and my pet peeve is when an author takes the liberty to double or triple the suggested length – just make a different pots to share it and go for the word count – which is what you did…
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The river of multi-coloured ice-cream is very vivid; tremendously imaginative. Good story.
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Thank you, Penny 🙂
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Great story and writing. I could almost see the terribleness of the city, the ice cream stream being the only temporary shade from streams of pain.
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Thank you 🙂 It is set in the future and is a far more terrible city than now. This character in my novel certainly accumulates streams of pain through her childhood.
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Well Sarah, that’s one way to avoid PTSD.
Cheers! 🙂
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Yes, I hadn’t thought of that. You’re quite right 🙂
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Well written flashback!
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Thank you, Christine.
By the way, how are you doing with your NaNoWriMo novel? Doubtless you finished it ages ago and are well into its revision by now, unlike me.
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A very positive take on a very grim subject.
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Thank you, Sandra.
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Oh wow! What a vivid descriptive piece and with so much story to tell. Brilliantly done.
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Thank you, kindly, for such high praise!
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This is one way of making hell bearable…. the ice-cream river is a good one.
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I’m guessing that if you keep on replaying a traumatic happening, you either get dragged down into the pits of despair, or keep shifting the focus onto something more bearable. Doubtless those who suffer such as abduction and/or lengthy imprisonment, use this sort of technique to keep themselves sane. It’s all about seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
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Sarah, you’re just teasing us, giving us all these very intriguing glimpses into the story! I hope it emerges victorious from the submissions pile 🙂
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I’m very glad that you’re intrigued, Andrea 🙂 I am hoping that it emerges victorious from the sumissions pile, too, assertive as a magpie!
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Dear Sarah,
What better way to advertise your novel and entice potential readers? Apologize? Nonsense. I’m with Dale. Don’t you dare. Loved the rainbow of ice cream. Beats blood. Can’t wait to read it in its entirety.
Now to go rest my ulcerated eye. This is really impeding progress this week. Much love and
Shalom
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Until it’s published, it’s not advertising 😉 That being said, I did post an excerpt from Desiccation; not that I expected any sales as a result. I’m far too much of a realist for that!
Poor you, with that ulcerated eye. I don’t know much about that condition. Does it happen spontaneously or through something irritating it? It sounds horrid. I do hope its not too painful. Even the slightest bit of grit in the eye can feel like a boulder. I’m guessing you need to keep your eyes closed as much as possible and stay indoors out of the wind.
Wishing you a speedy recovery,
Lots of love,
Sarah x
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Dear Sarah,
I took myself to the hospital emergency room yesterday and was given antibiotic drops. It’s much better today so I’m being a stubborn patient and am back at the computer. Thank you for your kind words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I’ve noticed in life that stubborn patients get better quicker! There are some people (professional patients, I call them) who seem to revel in the attention they earn through illness, so they prolong the mildest of complaints.
I’m glad you’re feeling much better 🙂
All best wishes,
Sarah
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A powerfully written story that says so much in such a short space. I love that image of the ice cream shop. If you hadn’t said this was a novel excerpt I’d have no idea. It works.
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Thank you 🙂 I’m glad you thought my excerpt worked as a standalone piece. This particular snippet/flashback just happened to more-or-less fit the word-count, only requiring me to trim out three words.
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