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A lovely life ...


“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.

She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

Ever since Maria's loss her son had not been his normal self. He was alive but not whole.

"Life is too lovely to be wasted away", she said at length in mere whispers.

In response to Trifextra - Week Nine
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  1. OldDogNewTitsMarch 23, 2012 at 4:48 PM

    There aren't too many sad ones for this prompt. Very moving and poetic.

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  2. RachelMarch 23, 2012 at 4:54 PM

    This one gave me a little shiver. It has an airy feeling that I really enjoyed.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 23, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    I like the idea of two people who share a loss responding to it drastically differently. I was unclear about who was speaking to Maria's son if Maria was dead? Or who had been lost if Maria was the speaker?

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsMarch 23, 2012 at 6:07 PM

      I think I have not been ale to weave it properly but the conversation was between a son who was suffering a loss and his mother.

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  4. MOVMarch 23, 2012 at 7:26 PM

    lovely writing, and in just 33 words.

    best,
    MOV

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  5. loverofwordsMarch 24, 2012 at 7:46 AM

    Good writing always has a little truth in it, as does yours.

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  6. Jenn JilksMarch 24, 2012 at 8:37 AM

    How lovely!
    Well done.
    I really would like to write but seem to be avoiding it some!
    Greetings from Cottage Country! Too much fun taking photos and blogging!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 3, 2012 at 4:07 AM

      I am glad you liked this piece and thanks for this visit too. I am looking forward to reading your posts.

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  7. Nicole Leigh ShawMarch 24, 2012 at 7:59 PM

    Oh, not heartbreak. But you captured it well. Good writing!

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  8. Laura AsheMarch 25, 2012 at 6:19 AM

    So sweet and sad. But I like to think Maria's gentleness and coaxing will have her son "back" in due time.

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  9. LibbyMarch 25, 2012 at 8:12 AM

    I think Maria is his dead wife (?)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 3, 2012 at 4:05 AM

      Yes, I had written it to be that way but it I am not sure if it came out clearly because there are many interpretations to this one.

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  10. karenMarch 25, 2012 at 3:44 PM

    I actually did get that it was a conversation between the son and the mom. It took me two reads to be certain, but it is there. (Don't know if you reworked it since above comments ...)

    Beautiful, also heartbreaking.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 3, 2012 at 4:02 AM

      Thank You Karen. And No, I have not re-worked the original write-up. So, it pleases me when you get the meaning behind these 33 words of mine.

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  11. Ma and PaMarch 30, 2012 at 6:48 AM

    Very touching!

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