They walked around, eyes wide, not touching anything.
“It’s like a museum,” Lilly breathed.
“Only with ghosts,” Samantha shuddered.
Lilly shot her a warning glance and slid her eyes toward Mikey. As it was the boy woke up screaming every night.
This was the first intact house they’d seen. Well, almost intact. It had a roof, walls, and shutters that had protected some of the windows. It even had a wood-burning stove. They needed the shelter more than any ghost might, and Mikey didn’t need additional terrors.
She forced a smile. “Let’s find some water and make tea, shall we?”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
I had a similar thought, these being relics of today seen in a not-too-distant dark future. I took it a different direction from there, though. Like what you did with the story.
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Thanks! I’ll take a look at yours!
Isn’t it interesting how minds can share some associations and yet take things to totally different places?
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Thanks, Trent!
Na’ama
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Beautifully told.
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Thank you, Sandra! 🙂
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Adventure of some sort?
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I don’t think it is a chosen adventure … but who knows …
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Na’ama Y’karah,
This feels a post apocalyptic. Eerie and well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, my feel for it was ‘post-something-really-bad-y’ — and I’m glad that came through.
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Thanks, Rochelle!
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I wonder what happened to the rest of the houses… Always time for a nice cuppa tea though 🙂 Well written.
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🙂 Yeah, I wonder what happened to all the other houses, too? An eruption? War? Meteor? Tsunami? Vandalism?
But yeah, a cuppa is always good … 😉
THANKS!
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Sounds like refugees or displaced war zone wanderers. Maybe they will rest safely in this place. I hope they do.
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I hope they, do, too!
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Na’ama
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They are survivors, trying to make their way in the aftermath of a world-changing event. You build the tension and the emotion well as always. I love it! I sort of went the same direction. Great minds and all! =)
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🙂 I do like great minds’ company! 🙂
And … yes, I think they are trying to make their way and I’d like to hope that they – at least for now – found a place to lay their head that has some measure of home in it.
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We all need a sense of home, don’t we?! 🙂
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Yep!!
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This trio has many tales to tell I believe. Good stuff.
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Yes, I think they probably do … 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting!
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A nice post-apocalyptic feel to this, nice one!
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Thank you! I’m glad it came across, whatever the particular apocalypse! 🙂
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You’ve produced some impressive writing here. Your opening “They walked around, eyes wide, not touching anything” is wonderful, precisely catching the response of the children to the partly intact house. You tell the back story obliquely, capturing the horrors the children have experienced very simply by recording that Mikey woke screaming every night.
Kudos, Na’ama!
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Thank you, Penny! What lovely, generous, detailed feedback!! I’m grateful.
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Great use of “white space”. That’s the art of flash
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Thanks, Neil! 🙂
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Tea can have a very calming effect. Let’s hope it does for them.
Rosey invited me to lunch!
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Ha! Let’s hope all goes well then … I’m more worried about YOU than about the trio in my story … 😉
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Ghosts and humans can coexist in a house. What exactly is Mikey’s problem?
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I think Mikey was traumatized by the events that led to them being alone and the houses all destroyed… As for ghosts and people coexisting… I agree… Though we can understand that some find the concept scary, especially if they had just been through some stuff … I still hope they will stay and find some measure of peace in that house…
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Beautifully written. Let us hope they are safe… for now.
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Thank you! Let’s hope so indeed! I think they can use a break…
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It feels that way.
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So may ways this story could go, definitely left me wanting to know more!
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A good story, Na’ama. You wrote well. It sounds like recent news. All that destruction. At least they found shelter. Now they need food. —- Suzanne
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Exactly. And some rest. Thanks, Suzanne! I’m glad for the feedback!
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I enjoyed this snap shot of people in a crisis -and how we make tea for comfort as if that solves everything.
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“As if that solves everything” is a perfect comment on this … Because it does (well, not ‘everything’ but for the moment, perhaps it does) and it doesn’t (because all that awaited managing is still there after tea…) – but perhaps on some really deep levels left from the first humans sitting around a fire and drinking pine-needles tea… there’s a sense of “home wherever the fire you sit around is” or something.
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Thanks, James!
Na’ama
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So true.
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Ahhhh, yes–a good hot cuppa always makes things better 🙂
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It certainly does.
As a friend of mine used to say: “dry feet, hot food, and a bed, make life worth living.”
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I like that. So true 🙂
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🙂 Truth is truth, right?
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Well done! I can add that the house in which this photo was taken has offered shelter from more than one storm, with nary a ghost to be seen. And the kettle makes very nice tea, indeed! Thanks for this evocative tale.
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Wow! Thank you for the added REAL LIFE trivia to this story, which gives a whole additional layer to the associations and the feeling and the story of what had, and what very well could …
As for ghosts, I find them to be mostly sensitive to the living’s freak-out level tendencies if their other-worldly presence becomes known … After all, some of them used to have a freak-out-reflex for ghosts before THEY became one … 😉
Also glad that the kettle makes nice tea. I have a whistling kettle myself, and these make the BEST boiling water. As an elderly woman I used to know would say “None of the electrocuted water would do for a PROPER tea….” 😉
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Ha, I like “electrocuted water”. Sounds like a cool lady!
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She was! 🙂
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Tea takes care of everything! 🙂
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Hi Sascha, tea sure takes care of a lot!!! 🙂
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Maybe the day will come when we relish such simple thing… a kettle and a stove can take you far.
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I think many do relish these things, though perhaps we who are privileged tend to take them for granted because the basic comforts of life are usually available to us … and so we only cherish them when we are in situations that reduce our daily luxuries to the basics. So, yes, it is good to remind ourselves of the simple, profound soothing of a stove and a kettle, and some company.
Thanks for this comment, Bjorn!
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