It’s sunrise. Cold. She’s still asleep; a child, beaded and with dreadlocks; she’s fashionably trashed but judging from the needle-marks on her forearms the search for veins has been successful.
She’s changed since I left town, since Linda threw me out.
“Bring me along”, out of breath; she had been running, pigtails bouncing, in her best pink dress.
“Can’t sweetie, go back to mom”
“I hate you both”, her eyes dulled, “I hate you”.
Her breath is shallow now; I caress her cheek, So soft, and wonder how I can redeem myself. She opens her eyes, smiling.
It’s sunrise.
I imagined what I didn’t see in the picture, what might be found slightly to the left of the viewfinder, and from that the story progressed. I also wanted to try the stylistic trick of ending my story with the same words I started with, and hopefully the meaning has changed. For me this is an extremely positive story, so I hope you appreciate my effort of writing happy endings.Friday Fictioneers is a group of people who writes pictures to the same image every week, under the skilled leadership of Rochelle. Some of the best online short fiction writers gather every week to grow their storytelling ability.
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May 18, 2016


The repetition worked beautifully. Your writing goes from strength to strength, Bjorn. Such a touching piece.
Thank you… I cannot say how much it means to write here and on my other places.
Dear Björn,
I agree with Sandra. Your experimentation is paying off. I love the way you stepped outside the box. I think maybe Dad has a second chance, but I suspect it will be challenging. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
To me it’s 50% percent trying out new things… and now I just handed in the first draft for my second short story…
The first paragraph really set that bittersweet tone. Nicely written.
Thank you.. somehow I imagined her sleeping just outside the edge of the picture.
A tale full of hope.
I really hope sunrise brings better tidings
I hope it does… as Rochelle says it will be a rough ride, but there is hope.
🙂
I felt the grief of the father in this story. I expected the girl to die, loved that you caught me out with the ending.
I was glad I could make a somewhat happy ending….
This is really lovely Bjorn. So many layers and story in here. I love how she’s still a child to him in the first part, when she is surely a teenager or even early 20s, and then in the middle she is truly a child, and then you realise that she’ll always be his child no matter her age.
I think a father will see her as a child.. though I saw her as a teen… thank you so much.
Some luscious prose in here, Bjorn. I’ll even forgive the use of “mom”. As an aside, do Swedes use that word or were you simply looking to place the story in the US?
In Swedish the proper word would be mamma… and somehow mom seemed right in a dialogue. I have to admit that my knowledge of UK vs US English is limited, but I have lived in the US, and we the English at work is probably closer to the US.
It works for me, your device. It’s plaintive and bitterweet, the tale
Thank you… that’s the great thing with FF… it’s like a test-lab for writing.
Oh my, that was power in written form 🙂
Thank you.. I hope to touch.
Beautiful and sad. Written VERY well! ❤
Thank you.. It’s amazing how much poetry help me writing prose.
My UCLA screenwriting instructor gave us character descriptions to do for our movies and this is the way they were done. With a little more work, you’ll have a spectacular character here. I can imagine if a plot were thrown on to this character, she’d do interesting things. I’d pursue that course of action if I were you and develop more character. It will be amazing!
Fantastic work, Bjorn!
Yes it would be interesting.. but I have found it so difficult to expand those 100 words into something more…maybe I would more use it within a narrative to tell more of the story.
Magnificent piece, Bjorn.
Your writing is powerful and somehow still improving.
Kudos, sir.
Thank you… it’s by writing and reading poetry every day I think, and by experimenting a little with my fiction.
I like the way you have portrayed the daughter: obviously an older child or adult, but still a young child in so many ways.
I think you remain a child, and maybe even more so if you start to abuse drugs…
This is so beautiful, and very positive, despite the sadness in-between. I can see the teenager, and the child, she really comes alive. And the last sunrise makes me smile.
I wanted to write a positive (or at least a hopeful) end. The first thing I thought of was somebody sleeping in the corner of the waiting room…
Happy ending to a very traumatic life-story. Finely crafted, Bjorn.
Thank you… :and I hope there is some hope at least.
“judging from the needle-marks on her forearms the search for veins has been successful”
That is so harrowing and so beautiful.
I think it becomes more traumatic because it’s written as a cold observation… especially when contrasted with the memory.
I think you managed to achieve the difference you aimed for with the repeated line. I am a true pessimist at heart, so I do not see your ending as a happy one, but I do solemnly acknowledge it can become one( I am treating your story as though it is real, because I am sure it is, somewhere out there, right now.). In such short wording, your story carries lots of emotion, it practically overwhelms, and it is what I like most with short pieces.
I think that if you write really short you have to make use of the well-known, such as needle-marks, and little pig-tailed girls which is really cliches, but when you put them together it gives a story. If you write longer you have to avoid the same cliches… maybe I’m wrong but at least that is how I write these stories.
I can see your point, and it makes sense a lot! I avoid writting shortly because I have a need to over-elaborate, make someone feel something to Death. This is why I extra appreciate both reading your writing, and your advices!
Beautiful story. I’m glad you ended it on a hopeful note, and it’s lovely how her smile is like a sun rising for him.
It was a change for me to write a positive story…
Wow! Parents do mess up and children often pay the price!
Redemption is still there!
The world is a hard place, and it’s not easy to mess up without consequences for others.
The repetition works really well here, Björn. It gives the piece a sense of hope, that with the sunrise, so comes redemption and healing. I have a cousin with a heroin addiction, and I think our entire family hopes… sunrise to sunrise. Beautifully done.
Oh I hope for your cousin too… I hope for anyone with an addict like that.. it happens that it works..
Sadly, here in the states it is a true epidemic, and there are so many sad endings.
Redemption is just around the corner for these two – you can feel it. They’ve been through some sad, tough times – he through divorce, she through her addiction – but together, things might just work out better. You’re quite right about repeating the same phrase beginning and end – it has chagned the sense by the end. It works relly well. Nicely done, Bjorn
I hope that they can make it work… this one actually wrote itself.
Let’s hope so 🙂
There is something very special about this tale, and they way you’ve constructed it makes it even more so. I’ll even forgive you the little bit of US (sort of) English!
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I might be more US.. Or maybe the image took me more there,
I could feel the positive tone in the ending (repeating line). Very rich descriptions in so little words. I could feel the daughter’s pain when daddy left. Well done.
Pain and anger can lead to bad things… I really hope the world will turn better.
poignant tale, great
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Thank you…
Beautiful story with the hope for redemption for both of them. Nicely done, Bjorn!
I hope there is hope.
So very tender! I for one appreciate the happy ending, and also your helping me out (again).
Nan
I think it needed some hope in the end… thank you so much Nan.
beautiful story. the title fits the story well.
I always make the title the last, but this time it seemed obvious.
Excellent, Bjorn. I like the metaphor of a new day dawning.
Sometimes reality and metaphor becomes the same.
It looks like there will be a sunrise after all. Great evocative piece!!
I think sometimes sunrise will follow sunrise so to speak.. like the dream within a dream
I like the stylistic trick. It’s very effective because of the extra layer of meaning when I read “it’s sunrise” again. One, that she has, in fact, lived to see the sunrise and that it’s a beginning for them, a new day. Wonderful, Bjorn.
It’s a trick (or maybe more an exercise) I learned when taking a course in creative writing.
Oh, this is heartbreakingly beautiful.
Thank you… heartbreaks can hopefully be mended.
Sophisticated and moving. I love the to and fro between past and present and the symmetrical framing works so well.
Thank you.. I like sophisticated.
Intense….
Thank you so much…
oh wow. this is just bittersweet yet perfectly written.
There has to be some sweetness… like dark chocolate.
that is true!
This is so strong. So beautifully told.
Thank you so much
Good story, Bjorn. Heartrending but with a positive ending. Lovely description. I could see his daughter. Well written. —- Suzanne
Thank you… I tried to use precise and well-known words to describe her.
This is magnificent. I’m astounded at how much story you fitted into 100 words. Such well-drawn characters and mood as well. Beautiful. You do happy endings brilliantly, Bjorn.
One of your better efforts, I think. So much implied. It leaves room for me to do some imagining too.