Photography, Writing


Here is my Friday Fictioneer’s 100-word story based on the photo prompt below.

Photo by Claire Fuller:

by Gretchen Fogelstrom

All day I could feel her.  I felt her movements below the surface flow through my arms.

I couldn’t stop.

She needed me.

She needed to emerge.

I needed nourishment.  I turned, only to discover I couldn’t leave.  I turned back.

She was not alone.

Now there were two.  They were caressing, loving each other.  I hated him.  He wasn’t supposed to be.

Now they needed me.

But I wouldn’t let them escape.  She was mine, not his.

They would not emerge.

In one quick movement, they became she and my pounding heart began to calm.

But as I raised my eyes to the destruction I had committed, she had become he.


23 thoughts on “FRIDAY FICTIONEERS”

  1. Nicely creepy! I felt what the artist saw in the stone struggling to emerge and the relationship between and artist and his work, but when she/they got out of control, that was unexpected.


  2. Very original. If the sculpture hadn’t been there as the prompt, your story could almost be read as a pregnancy, when the mother discovers she’s having twins.

  3. “I felt her movements below the surface flow through my arms.” – Creepy and effective, and it gives us our first look at the sculptor’s obsessive personality. Great sentence.

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