Her song had turned monotonous
Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away.
Now an ocean separated her from family, but life was veiled in black. Their room was a thin-walled prison, with unfamiliar sounds, words she couldn’t understand; ominous echoes from outside..
“It’s all perfect, mom”, she couldn’t muster to sprinkle her voice with cheerfulness. “I’ll try to send money tomorrow”.
She looked outside for traces of a song. Just soot and nothingness.
Suddenly, a turn of keys and she prepared herself to be scolded by Samir.
© Roger Bultot
I saw those pigeons as a monotonous song. Grey and sad.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful community of bloggers who share 100 words stories on the same picture. We are like a symphony orchestra conducted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and in many case the result is music in words.
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May 4, 2016
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Morose and powerful. Well done, Bjorn. I liked the ominous echoes and the looking outside for traces of a song. Those are poetic touches
I’m close to tears over this one.
Such a sad take..and yet it feels appropriate. Always a pleasure reading your way with words.
“She looked outside for traces of a song.” What a stunning line. I love this story.
A depressing picture deserved something melancholic. Enjoyed the depth of this piece.
Oh, what a sad, sad story! How true to life it seems – the story of the immigrant’s dream of love gone wrong.
That’s a sad, sad tale, well written. a tragedy playing out in a small, lonely room. Very nicely done 🙂
I agree. “She looked outside for traces of a song.” Beautifully written. 🙂
Powerfully done and ominous last line 🙂
It’s strange what a building and a dull sky bring to the party, love your vision on this prompt. Mike
So atmospheric…like the photo. The kind of day I see outside today.
Well done, Björn. I, too, loved the line “She looked outside for traces of a song…” so lyrical.
Nicely handled, Bjorn.
MG
Dear Björn,
This may just be one of your best. I felt her dreams turned to despair. Well done indeed, sir.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Ooohhh! That was great, Bjorn! I’m with Rochelle on that, I think it’s one of your best. So well-constructed and told more story in fewest words … wow! You see? You DID write a romantic story after all. 😀
This is so touching. Achingly sad but incredibly beautiful at the same time.
Such a sad, sad story of an immigrant dream of love gone wrong! Very moving, Björn!
A very sad life Leyla has found after her initial hopes and excitement. And she’s keeping it inside, not even wanting to tell her mum and worry her. Great stuff!
Well done. It really shows the pain of such an experience
Hope and love turns to hopelessness and the new home into a prison. And the title fits perfectly. A sad and very powerful story, I love it.
Maybe its homesickness or maybe its Samir but you have captured the state of her mind very well. Nicely done.
The line “life was vieled in black” was a sad yet apt description of such a life. Well done story!
from the looks of it, i’m afraid she might be turned into a pigeon.
What an unhappy life that had begun with such promise. It’s sad to see how it soured. Well written, as always.
I think you’ve captured a sad tale brilliantly well here. Very atmospheric and full of regret and disappointment
You portrayed her emotions and her appalling situation beautifully.
You’ve made me feel for her and her mother.
Sadly true-to-life and utterly marvellous in its way.
A fitting song to the photo. When we write home, sometimes we have to change the story.
Lily
A bleak story! Nice work showing us so much of her world and how it feels in a small space.
This is wonderfully melancholic. I’ve missed your writing.
How sad for Leyla. There doesn’t seem to be a gleam of hope anywhere. You’ve shown her predicament powerfully and touchingly, Bjorn.
If she came from someplace like India, she might very well feel like that. It would be such a change and she’d be homesick. Well written, Bjorn. —- Suzanne
its true of many people, beautifully written
It’s a terrible world we live in. And it gets worse. Real Scandinavian noir, this.
It’s certainly a gray background. Maybe she’ll discover her wings and fly away from him.