The Spectrum

Photo prompt: © Jeff Arnold


She always saw the half-full of the cup. He always saw the empty.

She saw the rain’s potential. The green to manifest. The flowers. He saw mud and wet and ruinous showers.

She saw the sun and warmth. He saw the cancer.

She pointed out the good. He, the plausible con-men in every alley.

She laughed. He frowned.

She hugged babies and puppies, while he kept both at warning distance.

“We’re like the rainbow,” she explained, when others wondered how she kept sane in the face of constant pessimism. “Our perspectives of mist and light blend a full spectrum’s beauty.”



For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers




54 thoughts on “The Spectrum

  1. Lovely, just lovely. 💚✨💚

    Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.

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    • Yeah, it can wear thin and perhaps he balances her out and mellows out what could become chaffing ebullience …
      Am very glad you liked this … and … yeah, we have enough of … you know. … 😉
      פסח טוב! נעמה


  2. Yes! Sometimes we look at couples and scratch our head thinking, how the heck did that happen? And if they meet in the middle, then, yes, each end is good to have.
    Lovely write.

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    • Yes, it would be to most of us, wouldn’t it? But it seems that for this particular duo, it works. And who am I to tell them not? … 😉 (if she keeps him, there’s less tiresome for us to deal with …) 😉

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  3. Nice story Na’ama. I confess, though, that I wonder how the man would have described their marriage…Polarised light with two crossed filters do you think? I’ll go with the woman’s view every time!

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    • Yeah, I don’t know how he’d describe it. Perhaps he’d say that she’s an “unrealistic Pollyanna” but … he does stay with her, so she must be a step above the humdrum awfulness of his life … 😉


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