Into the Woods

I haven’t participated in Friday Fictioneers in a long time. If you’ve never heard of it, Friday Fictioneers encourages participants to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt. Click the blue froggy to read the other stories.

© Rachel Bjerke

© Rachel Bjerke

I went to the place where we used to meet, where we shared secrets with sheltering trees. I followed my wandering feet, back to the place where we used to meet. The moss grew thick over the stones and the earth; time thickened air that once was sweet. The well was there, as I knew it would be, the old well in the place where we used to meet. I leaned over the edge and stared into the deep. The water was black and the only face was my own, alone in the place where we used to meet.

41 thoughts on “Into the Woods

  1. It’s almost lyrical, that repeated phrase. Don’t read mine, it’s awful. I had a good idea but I really puked it out terribly. I think I may have forgotten how to write.

    • Thank you! I was going for something resembling a prose poem (but I don’t know prose poem rules). I liked your piece–I haven’t commented yet. And I highly doubt you’ve forgotten how to write.

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    • Thank you! I know there are millions of creative things you can do with structure in poems, but I wanted to keep it simple and have a sort of stream of consciousness feel.

    • Thank you so very much! I was worried that it was almost too short a piece to have a phrase repeated that often, but I’m so glad you thought it worked!

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