Every Friday writers worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. You don’t have to write to read. Click on the blue frog at the end of my story to access all the other stories written to this week’s prompt. Readers’ comments are welcome.
This week’s photo prompt is courtesy Rochelle Wisoff Thanks, Rochelle. Here’s the (111-word) story your photo inspired:
The Shadowfall Quilt
She’d stitched many quilts. They’d gone to the four corners. She needed now to put away her needles and decided on one final quilt, to represent her life.
In her quilting chair on the veranda, she dreamt. The house across the way was staring at her. From its long black door, a voice said, “the sun never knew how wonderful it was until it fell on the wall of a building.”
When she awoke, the sun had cast a shadow of the railings – a row of shimmering diamonds. She patched the shadow into her quilt and into the diamonds stitched tales of times when her shadow fell upon a wall.
Ann Isik
111 words
P S I didn’t make the 100 word limit with this one, but doesn’t my 111 look like those veranda railings? Or maybe, three quilting needles?
“The sun never knew how wonderful it was until it fell on the wall of a building,” is a quote by American architect Louis Kahn (Itze-Leib (Leiser-Itze) Schmuilowsky) and appears in Jun’ichirō Tanizaki‘s essay on aesthetics, In Praise of Shadows.
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A quilt weaving that story. A wonderful poetic take of beauty…. Love the use of the quote.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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One final quilt to represent her life – that’s quite a challenge she’s set herself. I love your symbolism of the sunshine on a wall – it’s a perfect way to sum up all that’s good in life. Lovely.
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Well, if I were to do a quilt that represented all the times I had been wonderful in my life, it would only be big enough for my cat’s basket. 🙂
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LOL I live in the Four Corners! This story was lovely! She is the sunshine!
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Dear Ann,
I’m sure it was a beautiful quilt. Her legacy. What’s eleven words amongst friends?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. 🙂
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Sweet little story. Clever how you used so many elements of the pic in the story – and yet it could still stand by itself.
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I almost missed your comment. Not all my comments show up it seems in the little square box at the top of the screen. Strange. Thanks for reading and commenting. I find the way stories come is fascinating. I download the picture and then look at it until it tells me what to write. Not clever. I just follow orders. Don’t know how it works. 🙂
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I like the idea of the quilt–it feels almost supernatural–I’d be curious to know more about her life and her quilting.
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Thanks. I think I’d like to know more about her too. Maybe I’ll meet up with her again one day. 🙂
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Great visual. I love the warm feeling of sitting on the porch and quilting.
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A clever use of the image.
I like the ‘four corners’…
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Thanks for reading. I hadn’t made the connection between ‘four corners’ and quilting, so thanks for pointing that out. 🙂
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