The bottle – Friday Fictioneers


Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came.

The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the elephant patterns, being just a little girl.

He looked into the empty eyes of teddy bears, he shut the cursed computer he gave her for thirteenth birthday. And he recalled the terrible pictures he had seen afterwards. She had been too “popular”.

He froze at her shelf of sweet collectibles when he saw the empty bottle of sleeping pills.

A father should never have to go to his daughter’s funeral.

Copyright Rochelle Wissoff--Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wissoff–Fields


On Wednesday it’s time to think about Friday and Friday Fictioneers. This week I write standard fiction. And a handkerchief is needed for this one. 100 words sharp. I love constructive feedback. Go to Rochelles page to get a proper introduction, and find links to great fiction and poetry.



September 4, 2013

56 responses to “The bottle – Friday Fictioneers

  1. I’m so amazed that this picture took you to a rather dark place as well. How interesting. Although sad, I appreciated your reference to current events and what I’m guessing is the extreme result of bullying through social media. Well done.

  2. That was so sad, I had tears in my eyes…no parent wants to outlive their offspring. Good job however.

  3. I love that first line, really draws you in. And of course a tragic story. The word ‘he’ appears maybe a few too many times for me, could you put another couple of ‘Mark’s in there. I realise you need to say ‘father’ for the last line.

  4. As a father with two daughters, I was hit by that last sentence. So true that a parent should never have to endure their child’s death. And how she went is heart-breaking. You wrote a seriously powerful story here.

  5. Terribly sad, darling. I’m going to try to avoid anymore sad stories today — yours just took the prize for the saddest.

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  7. A sad flash – great depth given to the setting, the wallpaper.
    I liked the twist – because it seemed that she was horribly murdered and then you reveal she took her own life.

    True grief is a parent at their child’s funeral.

  8. Bjorn,my daughter just celebrated her 22nd birthday. At the age of 13, she took a bottle of pills and we entered a nightmare of hospitals and treatment for bipolar disease. Your story is a powerful vision of the alternate ending that story might have had, (I have been writing about that time recently – it’s amazing how revisiting it evokes so many strong feelings….)

  9. That’s pretty chilling stuff, even more so because it happens in real life. The phrase “cursed computer” say so much. I could see a parent being consumed with regret at giving their daughter something that ultimately caused them so much harm.

  10. I agree with the earlier comment about it being hard to hit “like.” Powerful story, Bjorn, and such a good reminder of the importance of connecting with one another. One never can tell what lies beneath the surface of another person, and it’s so very tragic when a young person – or anyone, really – feels death is the only out.

  11. I also focused on the medicine bottle, or referred to that in my story, too. It’s that collective consciousness thing going on. A sad story, which, unfortunately, is all too true. Nicely written.

  12. I know you were hoping for constructive feedback, bur praise is all you’ll get from me this week. Damn, friend, that was heart-wrenchingly good!

  13. I am a tad behind on return visits …Thank you for visiting ‘In a Nutshell’

    You have taken 100 words right out of the front page of the news and have given honor, depth and empathy to those who remain from such horrors.

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