This is the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge
Friday evening in a strange town. I’d eaten supper in a local diner. As I walked the bare, cold streets, I felt more alone than usual. Electric light bathed the sidewalks; I knew the discomfort of loneliness. Or was it simply the emptiness of this town? Its lack of soul mirrored my own failings. The stores were closed, the locals had headed home to their television shows, to their lives. Ah, if only the night could be made real. These streets to vanish! The desert to return, the wind to howl through the night, the coyote to walk in peace once more.
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No, I suppose you could take it any way you like. But I was talking in the first person. It was me.
I like the way you kept the identity of the narrator well hidden till the very end.
Unless I misunderstood.
Wonderful poeticism–an evanescent portrait of loneliness.
Thank you, Prospero.
The loneliness here is so beautifully evoked. I like the comparison of the lonely streets with the lonely soul. Very well done. You sure captured this better than i did.
Thanks but yours was better, Boomie.
Lonely business streets certainly have a ghost town feeling, at least the coyote and desert reference brought my thinking into wild west ghost towns. Well done.
Thank you. Lots of streets like that in USA. They probably outnumber the coyotes.
HI Stephen,
You capture the loniliness of being in a strange place very effectively. Ron
Thanks. The photo prompt prompted me.
Such loneliness and sorrow. Hope this isn’t a reflection of your own life.
Ah, it ain’t so bad.
Sometimes I think the coyote goes wherever the hell he wants.
Amen. To the coyote!
Well written and filled with emotion, Steve.
thank you, Rochelle.
Sometimes loneliness is simply being in the place that isn’t right for you. It wouldn’t matter if your best friend were there with you, you’d still feel lonely. I think you caught that.
That’s right. It ain’tmy fault, it’s the place that’s wrong!
The only real light is the moonlight. I like this, Stephen. You captured the idea of loneliness well here with nice word choices.
Thank you, Bumble. I always appreciate your visits and comments. I suppose I’m pretty good at the subject of loneliness.
I felt both her loneliness and the desire to have the city gone. That desire is why I love going to Wyoming each summer! Good job.
Thank you. Let’s sing to Wyoming.
I do every year in summer and in many of my dreams, (generally the awake ones) the rest of the year!
You created a very real and specific poignance, but I find hope in the yearning for the night to become real.
Thank you.
Thanks
an excellent spirit of yesterdays gone by. well done.