Friday, December 18, 2015

Friday Fictioneers: Kitchen Window

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright Rochell Wisoff-Fields
Edith had stared
Out this window
For nearly 50 years.

Edith had watched
Weather changes,
Children playing,
Family picnics.

Today, fields
Were silent.
Her house was silent.
Edith herself was silent.

Last mourners had closed the door.

The parlor was over-powered with
The scent of roses and carnations.

The table held remnants of
Sandwiches and pie.

Edith did what she always did:
She cleaned up.

Now she stood at the kitchen window.
What to do? What to do, now?

Edith carried her suitcases
To the car,
Locked the house.
And left.

To where?
She did not know.

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22 comments:

  1. Change is hard, loss so much harder. Well written!

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    1. Change of any type is difficult. Edith lost half her self. Now?

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  2. I hope she finds comfort and peace where-ever she goes.

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    1. A direction. That is what Edith has to discover.

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  3. When everything you've held on to is gone, it's time for a major change.

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    1. It is time. Time always presents itself.

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  4. Time to hit the road and see where she ends up

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  5. Sadness and uncertainty hang heavily in the air...

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  6. So sad, Edith left alone and now the house is also alone.

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    1. No one considers the silence of the house.

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  7. So sad. We all will have to face that sooner or later.

    You have penned it very well.

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  8. I am wondering if Edith, for all those years, was dreaming of of a time when she could get past that window and move on.

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    1. Excellent insight. That was my thought as well. What would I do?

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  9. Hopefully Edith will find her new self where she decides to travel. And then be happy to return home... or not return home when she's done. :)

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    1. That is my thought, also. She needs some time to mourn away from the house and those memories. Edith will return with a new perspective.

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  10. Time is so precious, Merry Christmas Susan.

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    1. Time runs faster the older we become. My 11 yr. old gr-daughter told me that just recently.

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