For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. Paid for her disgraceful wishes that would taint the honor of the family.
Every year she had returned; now bending down she touched the moss and for a moment she recalled the softness of her daughter’s silky hair.
They always said that she was stillborn, but Martha knew better. She still recalled the muffled whimpers sixty years ago and the veil of lies that grew before she left their house.
For some reason my very first association with the picture was that it was a hiding place for a dead child somewhere under all those mossy rocks. From that I wanted to weave a story about family pride and repentance, and also at the end the lonely mother is the only one that remains to remember.
Friday Fictioneers is a blogging community under management of Rochelle Wissoff-Fields that reaches close and even above 100 contributions of great fiction writing to the same picture. I try to comment as many as possible, but it has been a long time since I managed to comment on every one. I try to return every visit though and I see so much great writing, that also improves my own.
March 18, 2015
Dear Björn,
I think this is one of your best so far. Muffled whimpers. Quite effective. You’ve exchanged ache for ache this week. A novel in a hundred words. Brava!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you.. I think deep within I have this fear of might be hidden behind those mossy stones..
Oh this is incredible–one of those “I wish I’d written it” ones.
Thank you so much.. when inspiration comes, we just have to write.
Indeed we must!
Poignant and stirring,m Bjorn. Well done.
Thank you.. sometimes you just see that spark in the picture and it comes to you immediately.
My goodness! This is beautiful! Memories through touch and sound are always so strong. I agree with Rochelle – one of your best.
Thank you.. I think sometimes when the idea strikes you just go with it…
I really like the way you’ve assembled this.
Thank you 🙂
Excellent .. i loved your story interpretation.
Thank you..I will get back to reading soon…
I don’t know what to add… Very sad, with such tangible emotions and sensations. Wonderful story telling.
Thank you.. Sometimes you get that idea immediately and just go with the flow.
So sad and so subtly written.
(I’m struggling with the word ‘payed’. I think it should be ‘paid’ but can’t be certain.)
You are right.. you did send me googling deep into grammar sites.. 🙂
I can feel Martha’s pain when she touches the moss..Beautiful!
It is very painful ti feel that .. very much so
Moving story!
Indeed… 🙂
Wow, what a cherry start to my day! 🙂 You made me feel her pain and told all of what shaped her life in these few words.
janet
That should have been “cheery start”. No cherries this morning, just tangerines.
Tangerines are good.
They are! Tangerines and mandarins have been on sale almost every week, so I’ve been having one a day. So tasty!
They are in season here too.. so yes I eat several a day… 🙂
I heard so many RL stories like this one, little tragedies we don’t know or worse, choose to ignore.
I think there are far too many stories like this.. and I’m afraid they are still happening..
This is a powerful story Bjorn, as much as for what it leaves unsaid as what it does actually say. The distance is just right. Well done.
Thank you.. I found it slightly disturbing that when I saw the picture this is what it said…
A punch to the guts, Bjorn. But very well crafted.
Not a feel-good story for sure..
Some nice phrases in here. As an aside I wouldn’t explain stories underneath the picture. If people don’t get it then such is life. If they ask then answer. Just feel sometimes we feel duty bound to immediately explain things. Not for me you don’t 🙂
Thank you Paul. I see your point, though I have grown accustomed to include some process notes… the purpose was not so much to explain the picture but my thinking process behind the story. 🙂
Ohhh…that’s horrible.
Not horribly written, I mean! Quite the opposite. I mean the reveal at the end.
This is one of those pieces where I’m impressed at how a writer can convey so much with just 100 words.
I found this much more a challenge when extending this to a longer story. Sometimes I think writing longer while still keeping the interest up is the real challenge.
The softness of the moss compared to the softness of her daughter’s hair is heartbreaking. All of the pain and mystery in 100 words. Incredible.
Thank you.. yes including more senses than the visual is sometimes very effective.. I think I cannot touch the moss of a stone after this without bringing the story back.
I know it is something I will think of as well.
Such a tragic story written so beautifully.
Thank you Joy… I think there are many tragedies hidden…
Sixty years to mourn… And no one else remembers. How many times has this happened. Too many to count. Lovely lines in this Bjorn.
Paid for her disgraceful wishes / she recalled the softness of her daughter’s silky hair – just to name two of my favorites.
Thank you.. sometimes the way we reveal a secret is the most important in story telling.. we can have the gradual realization or we can have the last line.. but we are observers when told in third person, and I think the full realization should not dawn until the last lines.
That was a ‘Wow’ story, skillfully woven 🙂
Thank you Helen.. so great coming from you.. 🙂
Excellent!
Thank you 🙂
Sad and haunting story. Some memories refuse to fade away.
You are so right…
Soft moss and silky hair. very nicely done.
I could feel the soft moss when I wrote this.
I could feel it when I READ it!! 🙂
Bjorn,
you paint the picture of long years of mourning with exquisite skill. It’s interesting how everyone sees such different things in the picture. Well done,
David
That is what really surprise me the most… Sometimes the best story comes from going with the first impression, sometimes we have to use our magnifying glasses.. and some pictures are stories that can only tell one story..
great storytelling. A++++
Thank you.. 🙂
moving and beautifully written, read it three times
Oh … three times.. Thank you for that.
Great story, very sad both for the child and the mother.
Indeed.. those stories are devastating…
Dear Bjorn,
Loved your story, which was perfect for the prompt and dark and introspective as they come. (They always said that that she was stillborn…) Double ‘that’? Choose your favorite and 86 the other.
Aloha,
Doug
Ah… double words are never good… thank you.. will correct that.
Very sad, Bjorn. Hopefully people are much more enlightened now. Reminds me of the movie Philomena…..but at least her baby lived, though it was taken away from her.
I would hope we are more enlightened… I hope so..
A big story delicately told Bjorn. This has been a reality for many people and no doubt still is in many parts of the world. The touch of the moss reminding her of the baby’s silky hair is beautiful
A sad story.. and all too common…
I like your take on the prompt. Refreshingly original. Well done!
Thank you.. we always try to be original.. but it’s hard to be without going weird.
Weird is good! That’s what I always tell people, anyway! 🙂
Excellent piece, Bjorn.
Family honour can be a vile pretext for barbarity.
Indeed.. so much dishonor in honor..
A sad tale, beautifully written. This picture is so evocative. You saw a hiding place. I saw an unearthly scene. I suspect that the family’s shame was no shame at all, but rather a beautiful baby of mixed race.
I think the the baby could have been any type born out of wedlock… honor is important for some.
Beautiful work, Bjorn, with a gentle, lingering sadness. A mother knows. This reminds me in some ways of characters from M.G. Lewis’s The Monk. It was written at the close of the 17th century, but is a wonderful, dark tale of revenge and redemption and horror.
All my best,
Marie Gail
Oh thank your for the tip.. I have not read it.. but maybe I will some day.
Such a sad story, beautifully written. 🙂
Thank you, very sad indeed.
Ouu, eerie, and well played out. Love the moss to hair analogy. sometimes moss does indeed feel like silk. 🙂 Enjoyed this.
Moss can be so very soft.. especially when dry.
This made me cry which I suppose is a good thing – means it’s that poignant. Love the title. Susannah
Oh .. I’m sorry for your tears, but I’m glad it moved you.
Tears are great when they come from a pure place. An emotional cleansing if you will.
I swear that when I read the phrase “disgraceful wishes” I thought she was gay, completely threw me off that it turned out to be a murder. Great job!
Ah.. there are so many ways to be disgraceful
Sounds like the beginning of a story of haunting and mystery.
Nicely done.
I think it could be both a beginning or an end.
Secrets, lies and sorry. Very well done.
Yes the best hidden secrets are the worst..
I wasn’t sure if the child died or if it was removed from her because of her alleged sin, probably conceiving a child out of wedlock. Either way the story works beautifully.
You are right.. the death might not be true.
This is lovely, Bjorn. I could feel her longing for what she lost.
A longing for a life and a child… yes that is a strong longing.
The secrets of family. Powerful and revealing in every word.
Well done !!! Bravo ….!!!
Thank you.. I worked with every word this time .. true.
It seems with 100 words to get it all in we have to work it.
Have a GREAT SPRING weekend !!!! 🌸
Haunting,very well written!
Thank you.
Wow! A synopsis for a novel in 100 words. It’s all in ‘muffled whimpers’ and ‘veil of lies’. And it hit a spot. I can reveal this, as my family are all dead, but when I was eight (1959) my (only) sister was stillborn. My mother always said that the hospital consultant had told her he had ‘put the baby to sleep’ in her womb (with an injection) because she would have been grossly physically disfigured and extremely mentally disabled. There was no body, no funeral, no record. There’s more than one method of ‘muffling’.
Wow.. what a revelation.. and so many reason for doing things like this.. I feel certain that it still happens..
Infanticide still exists. Especially of female children, sadly.
I have never been able to read every submission Bjorn. So that you have done it even once is awesome. This was a very sad story. So much regret. I would love to see the plotline that inhabits the middle of this one.
I will see if I manage to read every one this week 🙂
What baffled me about that photo was the fresh(!!) logs near the fireplace…buh? Staged for the shot?
Anyway, I liked your approach here.
Oh I did not see the fresh logs.. I need to come and check what you got out of that.
Can’t add much to the other comments. I can feel her grief and anger. Sometimes, I think family honor can be overrated.
I think that family honor is a perception that carry way too much weight.
This one goes straight for the jugular! Could be so many girls’ story from back when…
I think it can still be alas..
Brillliant. So much heartache, so many secrets.
Thank you.. moss can hide a lot.
So beautifully written. touched my heart. Wish I could write like that.
Thank you.. Sometimes the words just come…
No dear, you are very talented. Your poems are also very nice.
A very moving piece Björn!
Thank you.. Glad it stirred.
Very sad; beautifully written.
We hear a lot about family honour these days – family love would have accepted that baby. Powerful story.
Beautiful writing, Björn! Muffled whimpers gave me a chill.
Thank you.. It gave me chills writing too.
Imagine living with those memories. Such a sad tale.
Indeed.. Super-sad really.
Beautifully written. A really moving and poignant piece.
Thank you.. Sometimes writing so it stirs emotions has its place.
Those stones do seep sadness, don’t they? A beautifully written story.
There is a melancholy in greenery sometimes I think.
Secrets and shame – every family has them. Sad story but captures the heart.
Lily
I think there are many secrets hidden…
So chilling… you’ve said so much and given us such a big story in only 100 words. Well done!!
Thank you, and thanks for the wonderful picture.
To think how much harder but richer her life would have been without the family’s interference.
I think that family can be both a blessing and a burden.
Wow–I really like this one. Nice job. Touching story.
Thank you.. an interesting story to write.
Dear Bjorn, Well done and so sad! Too bad Martha couldn’t get her child back. Nan
Thank you Nan.. yes the burden of her past really would be heavy.
“Taint the family honor” … Muffled whispers” … Powerful!
Thank you.. yes humans can do awful things.
Your story gave me goosebumps. Beautifully written.
Thank you so much.. Sometimes you just capture that story directly from the picture.
Björn, this is really special; one of my favorites of yours, for sure! The story has so much more to it, many layers. Like others, “muffled whimpers,” holds so much emotional impact. Beautifully done!
I think that in 100 words we have to rely on some familiar story and make it personal… it’s the only way really.
So often, the least honorable demand the most.
The writing is haunting and beautiful.
Elespeth
Indeed.. the world is filled with demands from people who have no right to demand in the first place.
You’ve captured the past and present sadness, guilt and regret superbly which is a great feat for 100 words. The poor woman has paid all her life and will pay until she is released.
I’m afraid she will only be released by death.. and she is paying for being human..
Irene sobs uncontrollably 😦
Very powerful tale Bjorn – and a lot of detail in so few words
Details are there because the narrative is well-known…
A heartbreaking story of deep love and loss. How many times we wonder was a human being killed to preserve supposed honor. Reall well written, Bjorn.— Suzanne
Being afraid like that is something really scary.. and the consequences.. Thank you Suzanne..
Such a tragic story, and to think this sort of thing used to happen so often. I’ve not met anyone who was sent to a nunnery, but when I used to work in an old institution with those they once called the mentally subnormal (but, of course, terms have become gentler since), amongst the oldest residents were females labelled as “moral defectives”, many of whom had given birth to children out of wedlock and had ended up being committed to an asylum for the rest of their lives. I’m glad things have changed.
An exceedingly well written piece, Bjorn.
Thank you.. yes society have had various way to deal with this.. I guess in the upper classes the convent was one way to deal with it, whereas when society steps in it would be an asylum instead. In addition here in Sweden they could get out of the asylum if the accepted to be sterilized… a practice that was used much longer than we want to know….
I think that possibly happened in England, too, re the sterilization, but quite a long way back in history (if I remember my facts right, the Mental Deficiency Act, 1913, put an end to it).
In Sweden it existed until 1973…