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.

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41 thoughts on “Into the Woods

    • 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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