Friday Fictioneer’s – a wall to keep a secret
This post is for the weekly challenge set by Madison Woods called Friday Fictioneers. The idea is that you submit a 100 word flash fiction story that is associated with the picture challenge added the previous Wednesday. You can find out more, and see the picture, on Madison’s Blog here: http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/old-wallpaper/
The wall yielded to the hammer; the blows rained down by her frustration were frantic and angry venting her fury at a situation she had found herself in which was entirely of her own making.
Paper ripped from the exposed joists hung loosely now that support had been removed; the paste no longer enough to keep it in place.
Her dreams had shattered as this wall was disintegrating now; dreams of love and life and happiness supplanted by thoughts of hate and death and loneliness. But she would not be the only one to suffer, once this wall fell another of brick and plaster would replace it; stronger and sturdier than the original and with the sole intention of hiding her former lover from the world’s view.
That’s what happens when you love someone that you know doesn’t love you I guess. I think I might like to take the whole premise a little further and see what really happened in the story.
In the 1st paragraph she states that the situation was entirely of her own making. Sounds like she knew this man was no good from the start. Looks like she will put an end to that problem!
I see you pick up on the Masonic language in mine. You’re the only one that noticed that–good catch.
Thanks and I really enjoyed your slightly anarchic take on the image too 🙂
That’s an interesting comment and just shows how differently people read things as when I’d written it I had thought he was already dead but that he soon would be. 😉
What a wonderful word, Catharsis – thanks for sharing it 🙂
It surely is 🙂
Powerful stuff, very nice approach to the prompt
here’s mine: http://theequiaticbind.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/friday-fictioneers-wallace/
that tell-tale heart’s gonna getcha…….
Your story had great action and furious (literally) pace. Catharsis!
This is a great story. What I don’t understand though is why she still angry? Her lover is dead I’m assuming and he’ll shortly be a memory. Am I reading this wrong to see anger, or should I be seeing something else. I like how she is taking her power back though with every swing of her tools. Here’s mine http://remakingme-atiyatownes.blogspot.com/2012/05/fixer-upper-friday-flash-fiction.html
Thanks so much for the fab comment 🙂
You’re very welcome and thanks for the return – I love doing something about things, not sure I would personally go this far, but maybe it’s my psyche talking 🙂
I remember managing to stick my hand through a glass door once when frustrated – ended up in hospital, not nice ;-(
Why thank you JK, muchly appreciated 🙂
I think I probably sort of meant to do that, I think … 🙂
Another tale of murder, this one told from the perpetrator’s POV. You somehow make me feel empathetic toward her, in spite of her revealed crime.
Here’s mine: http://teschoenborn.com/2012/05/03/friday-fictioneers-the-gig/
Enjoyed the energy and emotion. Nice.
Here’s mine: http://thebradleychronicles.wordpress.com/
Oh. Dang. I’ve been this mad before. Men punch walls when they’re angry, women tear them down the smart way- with hammers. Nice.
A link to mine: http://unduecreativity.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/rebuild/
nice how the metaphor covers the house and relationship.
http://brainsnorts.wordpress.com/2012/05/02/54-friday-fictioneers-by-madison-woods/
Oh yes, let no man get in MY way (LOL!)
This is a nice story. Tight, and full of punch. I could feel her disappointment and sadness, and anger…
I agree: Hell hath no fury… Good job of showing a jilted lover’s frustration and anger–and the fact she did something about it. Thanks for the comment on mine.
That’s the way to do it! Hell hath no fury…. You captured rage and revenge succinctly in a few words.
Mine is at: http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/dysfunctional-friday-fictioneers-may-2012/
I’m really pleased you enjoyed it 🙂
Why thank you very kindly 🙂
Great comments already–agree with them all. Lack any new remark other than–very well done–I loved it.
Mine: http://www.vlgregory-circa1800.vpweb.com/blog.html
Well-written. Loved the build up of description and emotion.
Here’s mine
http://tollykitsjourney.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/old-wallpaper-for-fridayfictioneers-flashfiction/
LOL! I think I came across another early one that implied to me that we are all connected – walls and humans so perhaps the wall and hammer are related too 🙂
Yep, we certainly were but I was surprised at how many people came up with something so totally different too 🙂
Love the analogy of the wall disintegrating! I like the wall ‘yielding’ to the hammer, as well – makes it appear almost human (the wall, not the hammer!)
Thanks so much and yes that theme seems to resonate through quite a few of the classics doesn’t it 🙂
Why thank you kindly 🙂
So you guessed I’m not a builder then 🙂 Thanks for the advice and muchly appreciated Doug.
Oh yes .. women, scorn – you would be a mad man to approach them indeed 🙂
Ha! Nice! We were along the same lines of murder and corpses in the wall, weren’t we? For other commenter’s sake, here’s mine.
http://kaitlinandmichaelbranch.com/2012/05/04/friday-fictioneers/
Powerful story full of hurt and revenge. Yes, the crumbling walls is a reflection of her shattered dreams. Love, hate and revenge somehow go together. I love such themes. Great post. Mine is here: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/fridayfictioneers-lost-without-you/
Dear Linda,
I enjoyed your story. So too would have Edgar Alan.
(A note on construction [of wall and stories, coincidentally.] Joists support floors, studs are the interior support of walls. Small point, but vital to the scene.)
Aloha,
Doug
http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/the-nerve/
Ah, very Poe- etic! mine can be found here http://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/old-wallpaper-friday-fictioneers/
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, eh? I like how the constant pace of the writing matches the anger and frustration of the character’s POV.
Mine is nearly 200 words this week, I’m afraid:
http://garybaileywriting.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/175/