There was a time when the sight of a building such as this, would give me a thrill.
What I’d see was …
Finish the story in Tales in Teacups
©Vivian Zems
Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle
Image by Sandra Cook
There was a time when the sight of a building such as this, would give me a thrill.
What I’d see was …
Finish the story in Tales in Teacups
©Vivian Zems
Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle
Image by Sandra Cook
Mum, author and dentist is how I describe myself. I love creating pictures from words. Sometimes a painter, other times a weaver- words are my tool; trying to create something beautiful. When I was nine, my dad introduced me to audio books. I was hooked. With his guidance, I fell into a world where words became life simply by weaving them together. So here I am, living out my passion- reading and writing! Enjoy the ride with me 😁😁
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January 25, 2018 at 4:04 pm
Sounds like they have had a few disappointments in life.
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January 26, 2018 at 1:01 am
Ah, yes…that’s another story 🙂
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January 25, 2018 at 4:57 pm
That was a thought provoking story. I loved the imagery.
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January 26, 2018 at 1:01 am
Thank you! 🙂
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January 25, 2018 at 5:57 pm
Your opening paragraph gave me a little thrill of excitement, like a child about to listen to a fairy story, and the rest of the story lived up to that promise. You paint a picture of the dream house that is delightfully personal to the narrator, reflecting his/her comfortable tastes. And then you finish the narrative with a sigh, and an unspoken story of love and betrayal.
I liked this rather a lot, Vivian!
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January 26, 2018 at 12:40 am
My goodness Penny….am I THAT transparent? Bullseye! (thank you 🙂 )
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January 25, 2018 at 9:01 pm
Fantastic!
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January 26, 2018 at 12:27 am
Thanks, Kigo!
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January 26, 2018 at 12:27 am
Sorry… Kijo..typo!
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January 26, 2018 at 12:49 am
I can empathise with this narrator. There’s a time in life when all things are possible. But there comes the time 8sit back and let others dream and do. You’ve caught this feeling very well.
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January 26, 2018 at 7:32 am
Thanks, Christine😊
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January 26, 2018 at 11:35 am
Those were the days. Now all that remains are memories.
Click to read my FriFic!
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January 26, 2018 at 6:12 pm
Thank you! 😊
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January 26, 2018 at 2:16 pm
She describes so well what used to be… sad it cannot be any longer.
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January 26, 2018 at 6:12 pm
Sadly so.
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January 26, 2018 at 11:18 pm
Dear Vivian,
Ah the dreams deferred. Happiness denied. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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January 27, 2018 at 9:41 am
Someone has lost their zest for life, for the moment anyway. Good one.
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January 28, 2018 at 11:53 am
Dreaming is a luxury… sometimes you have to hand them to someone else.
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January 28, 2018 at 1:53 pm
So true.
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