Spilling Over

Here’s another story for the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt; each week, Rochelle Wisoff posts a photo, with the challenge of writing an associated story in 100 words or less. This is a very varied challenge that inspires authors to interact with each other, as much as it helps them to improve their writing. I hope you enjoy this story!


Credit: Kent Bonham

It was too soon; too sudden. I didn’t want to have to look at it. Yet, even as I decided that I wouldn’t, my eyes were opening all by themselves, sneaking a glance at the drive.

The car was remarkably unharmed; the windshield was gone, as was one of the doors, but, from the back, at least, the only damage to be seen had been committed by the gulls circling above.

I blinked hard, my emotions spilling over at last. How dare it come here, seemingly unharmed? I was screaming, beating my fists. I wanted it to feel my pain.


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27 Comments Add yours

  1. granonine says:

    What? Who is “It”? Oh dear. This is so well-written that you leave us wishing for more.

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    1. Thanks so much!! The “it” is the car, itself; not sure whether it came across, but this is based after a car accident – the survivor has lost someone and is angry at the car.

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      1. granonine says:

        You know, I figured that out after I posted my comment. Went back and read your story again and connected some dots 🙂

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      2. Ah haha great! Thanks for reading – twice! 🙂

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      3. Jelli says:

        I got that from the read. Let’s just say, been there. Great write.

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      4. So sorry you’ve had this experience – thanks for reading and commenting. I’m glad the ideas came through!

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  2. You captured some awesome intensity in that short piece. Well done.

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  3. Great little piece. Nicely focussed around the car being the source of the emotional pain. Those circling gulls (not seagulls of which there are no such thing) had me cringing.

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    1. Thanks so much! No – it’s very interesting how everyone always talks of “seagulls” when they don’t really exist. Thanks for reading 🙂

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  4. Nan Falkner says:

    Awesome job! Gulls are everywhere and bothersome! Don’t think the car has a soul however, your story does – it’s wonderful! Nan

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    1. Thanks for reading, Nan! I think the idea that I was going for was that the narrator was in so much pain that they weren’t thinking rationally anymore, hence why they were seeing the car as a living being. Glad you enjoyed it!

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  5. Sandra says:

    I got the idea, though I wasn’t sure whether she’d injured someone or it was someone else’s fault. Still, ambiguity is not a bad thing in a brief piece.

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  6. Iain Kelly says:

    I got the story here, a lot of understandable rage projected at an object. Beautifully done.

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    1. Thanks, Iain – that’s exactly what I was going for 🙂

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  7. Moon says:

    Wow! That was brilliant! Very awesome.

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  8. Well told. I feel her frustration.

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    1. Thank you very much, Clare!

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  9. Very sad, the rage directed at an inanimate object like that. Good stuff.

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  10. Dear Emily,

    Obviously there has been a devastating accident. The emotion is raw and tangible. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks, Rochelle! 🙂

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  11. The windshield being gone was key for me. The emotion is palpable.

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    1. Thank you so much! 🙂

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  12. Terrific story. Haunting in its economy

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