The picture curtesy of https://fatimafakierwrites.com/ #fridayfictioneers 100 word story. Read many more stories “here”
River rats we were called, no better than gypsies they would shout. I grew with a chip on my shoulder and a frown on my brow.
I came to Venice; fell for a gondolier or two. Nobody spat on my shoe, my art degree held weight … my purse too.
Some nights when the stench is thick, I hanker after our canal boat, on a canal in England;
with Mum and Dad. Me, throwing my fists, defying the world. A tear Stained face wrapped in muscled arms smelling of old spice and tobacco. I am now a river rat wrapped in Ermine.
Was that picture by any chance taken at Stratford-upon-Avon? I sense some longing for home in your character. But I’m glad he tried to make his own way in Venice, hopefully not too many regrets.
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Thank you Fatima and I can’t answer that one as I borrowed it from pixabay a free photo site. 😊 but it looks very much like it could be Stratford.
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Loved this short Friday fiction story!
You’ve captured my emotions brilliantly of when I lived on a boat for 21 years, but our label was: ‘grotty yachty’
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That is a compliment … having never been on one. 😘
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It definitely is – thought at first it actually was your life!
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That was the plan writers have to make you believe. Thank you I am chuffed.
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I’ll take that onboard – great tip!
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😘
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From rags to riches, or riches to rag, I sense the longing in this character’s heart, for the strength of the past and the lure of the new. Nicely done.
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So glad you came. 😊
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Always drawn to the water, this one, whether on canal boats or gondolas. I agree with what others have said – lovely mix of emotions and nicely written
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I am pleased you enjoyed it.
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A lovely descriptive mix of resentment and home sickness. Well done.
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I love your comment thanks for joining me here. Do come again. 😊
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You have such a gifted way with words. I love and admire how you can use so few to say so much.
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Sometimes a comment can lift you so high … Thank you
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Sometimes we most miss what we thought we didn’t want.
Lovely story
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Thanks Dale you can come again 😇😉
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Thank you for commenting. Come over for a read anytime 🙄
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Lovely descriptions – the frowns and chip. Having spent 15-years living on a narrowboat I related to her sense of disconnection. Lovely to know she has found somewhere to be appreciated.
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Dear Ellen,
Nice to see you back in Fictioneerland. The last line says so much. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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Very evocative, I could sense her anger. Well done.
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Thank you so pleased you visited.
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Looks like a 70 footer, so almost twice as big as ours.
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A story I’m afraid ☺ we do not own the beauty on show.
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🙂 Ah, I did wonder.
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