A jar of life – 100 Word story for Friday Fictioneers

Almost Friday, and this time I am in Seattle, about to leave for Sweden again. The story today from the excellent picture by Sean Fallon. Go to Rochelle Wissof-Fields page for more excellent entries, or add your own,

With tearful eyes he looked at the jar where they had had collected batteries for recycling.

Each battery told him a story:

The flashlight they had used on their first camping trip.
The patio music they had listened to when they first made love.
The camera where they saved their life.
The baby monitor that didn’t work when it should have.
The bicycle lamp that was not strong enough to be seen by the truck.

He carefully took the jar and brought it with him, leaving the home they never built.

But the timing device battery would never be recycled.
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November 15, 2012

63 responses to “A jar of life – 100 Word story for Friday Fictioneers

  1. I enjoy these 100 word stories. I liked the photo and the idea of yours. I especially liked the camera line. Now I’m off to read some others. Thank you for sharing the link!

  2. Very sad and surreal, looking back, remembering the pain, and what would never be. I’m sure all left him wanting not to remember what he would never forget.

  3. Well written. You took my hand and led me down the path, possibly seeing an old man missing his mate. Then you left me by the road, watching a man ready to commit murder! Wham bam! Well done.

  4. One word: Brilliant. Of all the wonderful stories this week, but this is my favorite. The line that got to me was about the baby monitor…reminded me of Hemingway’s famous 6-word memoir…”For sale…baby shoes…never worn.”

  5. Such a brilliant idea – very tenderly written. I almost like it better without the very last line, but I know you like to have a twist at the end.

    • I agree, it was a choice I was thinking about. but it’s a little bit more than a twist, I had two choices, either he just left with his memories, or he escapes his memories by blowing up the house.

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