Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Purple Rain

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
In the days after you wander around the house forlorn.

You open her wardrobe and caress the dresses hanging there.  You draw them close and inhale the fragrances left behind.  The citrus and herbal smells from a happier place in another time.

There is a stench here too, of arguments and decay, of raised voices floating in ether as your fingers trace a line over the newly plastered wall.

I only want to see you, only want to see you

In the purple rain


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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

I wanted to include this song for my last post but late submissions rarely get read so I decided to leave it for this week.  And fortunately there is an entry in time after last week's technical glitches.

So here's to a singer, songwriter, a producer and a one man band - Prince

24 comments :

  1. I almost missed the menace of the newly plastered wall. Well done!

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    1. It's that new layer of paint that hides it :-) Thanks for your comments Neil, I am glad you liked it.

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  2. 'a stench of arguments and decay' 'the newly plastered wall' nuances speak of much more than her just leaving.

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    1. There is always a back story. Thanks for reading and commenting Mary.

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  3. We seem to have been in similar moods here.. there is always somewhere to hide the decay.

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    1. Dark minds think alike ;-) Thanks for your comments Björn.

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  4. Delightfully subtle. Good one.

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    1. Thank you Sandra, I am glad you liked it.

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  5. A little sad with quite a dark undertone, as others have mentioned! Nice piece.

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting Alistair.

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  6. Dear Subroto,

    Romance turns dark. Nice tribute to Prince.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.

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  7. oh, boy, newly plastered wall never augurs well. Very nicely written.

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    1. It all depends on what's behind the newly plastered wall. Thanks for your comments Perry.

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  8. I almost missed it, very subtle. Smell of decay indeed. Great story and tribute.

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    1. Thanks Gabriele I am glad you liked it.

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  9. The stench of "arguments and decay" is a great metaphor for the life and maybe the murder ? Good one - this reads like a song.

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    1. There was a crime committed indeed. Thanks for your comments Ansumani, I am glad you liked it.

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  10. Very good. Fragrances and stench - nice contrast. Your narrator is a dark character; I wonder if he's done this before.

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    1. Its possible he is into 'home improvement'. Thanks for your comments Margaret, I am glad you liked it.

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  11. The newly plastered wall and decay tells a darker, more sinister story. Well done, Subroto. ---- Suzanne

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    1. Maybe he did it while being plastered. Thanks for commenting Suzanne I am glad you liked it

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