copyright - Kent Bonham

copyright – Kent Bonham

When she was young, life seemed a fantasy. Folk songs and lullabies floating overhead promised peaceful slumber, but her days were numbered. Years rolled past. Fast. Half-hearted sentiment, money too often spent on drink pushed her beyond the brink of falling prey to all manner of lies. Still, prayers winged toward hopeful skies. Exploitation led to her demise once there was nowhere left to sink. She had no strength, no will to battle desperate days stretching into silent nights. No comfort came and the world walked all over her as she bathed in light without a penny to her name.

Straight from the back alley, this week’s Friday Fictioneers are here.

21 thoughts on “Talk On The Street

  1. Dear Honie,

    I didn’t notice the rhyming until Kent mentioned it. As a rule I’m not a big fond of rhyming poems so I mean this to be a compliment.Well done.



  2. This could be the story of a million women I know.

  3. This is beautifully written, Honie. Nice work!

  4. Reads like a fantastically condensed version of Emile Zola’s L’Assomoir (sp?). I loved it.

  5. atrm61 says:

    Liked the lyrical quality of this piece-a slice of real life-full of fun and frolic-or so it seemed to this young,irresponsible woman- and then time for payback and how!

  6. Ah. But she had a full life at some point.
    She did it her way. Which is a highly romantic view and actually sentimental rubbish. So let me apologise and say, I hope someone helps her, gives her shelter.
    And yes to your ad disclaimer. I will add to my blog forthwith!

  7. acflory says:

    I love these short vignettes of yours. ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. Good stuff. Reminds me of the opening to some really cool film noir.

  9. Sandra says:

    You made a good job of this angle to the prompt. Nice work.

  10. wmqcolby says:

    It would make a nice poem since there are a lot of rhyming words in it. Intentional?

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Kind of. I chiseled some words away and this is what remained.

  11. helenmidgley says:

    I loved the rhythm of the language, it has a beautiful flow ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      The path that began as a poem got paved over by prose. Construction!

      1. helenmidgley says:

        lol, I know what you mean, sometimes you start out one way and find yourself somewhere else entirely. It works beautifully as prose though ๐Ÿ™‚

        1. Honie Briggs says:

          Thanks, Helen. I don’t know why, but every time I see your name I want to call you Midge.

          1. helenmidgley says:

            That’s actually my husband and one of my son’s nickname, funnily enough ๐Ÿ˜‰

  12. Great imagery (and really like the disclaimer about the ads…maybe they will put them elsewhere?)

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Thank you. Here’s the thing about the ads, I pay for my URL and several upgrades. It irritates me when I see crap added to my blog that I do not support. For all the talk about “free” blogs…oh wait, I’m not going down that dark alley… ๐Ÿ™‚ Painting a picture, that’s what it’s all about here at HonieBriggsDotCom.

      1. Rocky road. Paved intentions.
        Oh, so not an ad fan. Handled nicely

  13. In a Shawn Spencer moment, two fingers to my head, I intuit…that you’re talking about the street?? Maybe. Or a woman you’re comparing to the street? Time for more tea. ๐Ÿ™‚


    1. Honie Briggs says:

      “She was a one-way street leading to some place exciting. Dangerous and a bit tricky around the curves.” – The Everyman
      Sure, Janet. Just about anything can be compared to a woman, right? ๐Ÿ™‚

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