Group Dynamics: Friday Fictioneers, January 2018.

Copyright Roger Bultot

The web was spun quietly, thoroughly.  It was a life’s work.

Softly, unobtrusively, the lacy filaments bound us together, and crucially, to her.  No-one moved without some high frequency harmonic resonating amongst all of us; what happened to one, happened to all.

Were we happy?  How could we not be?

But when the centre of our existence was lured away, we dispersed with unseemly urgency… and, it seemed, relief.

Abandoned, she returned to find herself abandoned yet again.

We get together, from time to time.  She attempts to spin again.

But we each have our own webs to tend.

A happy and creative New Year to all Friday Fictioneers writers, wherever they may be.  And grateful thanks to Rochelle, our leader, for her dedication and patience. Not a very inspired start to the year from me, but it can only get better…  I hope.

About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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86 Responses to Group Dynamics: Friday Fictioneers, January 2018.

  1. Martin Cororan says:

    …You weave a fine tale!

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  2. neilmacdon says:

    Lovely, magical and sad, Sandra

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  3. Such a beautifully weaved tale. I love the moment they disperse and feel abandonment and relief. Lovely.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    Fine writing Sandra, which gave me some interesting ideas.

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  5. Dear Sandra,

    You upped the bar on the old saying, “Oh what tangled webs we weave…” I can liken your “she” to a Narcissistic “he” whose web I was once caught in. That last line…we each have our own webs to attend. Brilliant as always.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Sandra says:

      I started it with the intention of it being about a mother and her brood, and then took out some references so it could apply to any group of ‘friends’ and family. Thanks for reading Rochelle, and for doing what you do.

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  6. I like the sadness that permeates this piece. The rhythm of the sentences adds to the feeling. Well done.

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    • Sandra says:

      I’m a great believer that a short piece needs ‘rhythm’. After all the editing, re-editing, the last check/embellishment is the ‘rhythm’ check/embellishment. It was a tad too sad for me, but I could bring nothing else to mind once I’d written this.

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  7. Balaka says:

    that is a surreal tale..weaving with words.. liked it

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  8. James says:

    The “queen” and the “hive” seem somewhat fluid.

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  9. Iain Kelly says:

    The metaphor for human relations is apt, especially at this time of year. Nicely done Sandra.

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  10. Liz Young says:

    What a clever story – it describes exactly what happens when one part of a cohesive group departs. Having recently returned from fifteen years abroad, I know how it feels to have to re-introduce myself.

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    • Sandra says:

      I’ve often wondered how well you’ve settled since returning from Tenerife. When we returned from Spain there was much to be glad about, but picking up the social circuit again was difficult, particularly as we returned to a different town.

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  11. pennygadd51 says:

    You’ve written this beautifully, Sandra. The quiet, patient weaving of the web, its maintenance through the high frequency tremors, the soft but tenacious bonds – and then the dispersion of the group when the queen abandons her role. Your gentle words and phrases convey this really well.

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  12. Dale says:

    I cannot help but wonder what the hell you produce when you’re inspired! This was beautifully done, Miss Sandra!

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    • Sandra says:

      I almost didn’t use this, Dale. I didn’t like the ‘voice’ in it one bit, but sometimes I think that’s a function of your mood at the time. I was in more of a droll, upbeat mood and this sounded way too ‘flowery’ for me at this point in time. But I’m glad you liked it. 🙂

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  13. A lovely lyrical tale. You’ve woven an apt piece depicting the bonds keeping us together, the breaking of them and the difficulty in re-establishing them. Beautiful.

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  14. Lata Sunil says:

    Its beautiful with so many meanings.

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  15. Such beautiful writing. And so true.

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  16. Vivian Zems says:

    A beautifully spun metaphoric tale.😊

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  17. draliman says:

    Lovely! I saw it as a family going their own way once the mother left to be with someone else (or died).

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    • Sandra says:

      That was the way I intended it to be, as that’s another short story-line I’m exploring, but then I decided to widen it out so it could be both friends and family. Thanks for reading.

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  18. What an intricate web have you woven. Excellent, Sandra.

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  19. Moon says:

    Brilliant, Sandra, absolutely brilliant.

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  20. Brilliant allegorical tale. Brought a mother and her kids to mind. Webs entrap us but give us a sense of security as well.

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  21. Lynn Love says:

    I liked that this could be taken literally, that she could be a giant spider at the centre of a web, or figuratively, a control Mum, perhaps, keeping close look out on her offspring. How quickly they dessert her! Great story

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  22. I can only repeat what others have said – beautifully written.

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  23. We do indeed have our own webs to tend.

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  24. granonine says:

    What Clare said. This is so beautiful. Creative, as always.

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  25. plaridel says:

    poetically poignant. well done.

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  26. Anna Rymer says:

    Oh yes this is a really beautiful piece. I how it is as intricate as the web it speaks of and as complex as it’s weavers. Loved it!

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  27. Laurie Bell says:

    Wow great story Sandra. I’ve felt like this with friends…you try to hold on but everyone grows wings and flies away eventually

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  28. rgayer55R says:

    An intersting analogy. She was abandoned again and again. The problem is obvious her–not us.

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  29. This makes me think of relationships, friendships really, whose seasons are over. Every now and then we try to get together, make a plan, but it’s never quite the same. It seems we have spun off in different directions.

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  30. Jan Brown says:

    Much wisdom here. Being tethered to others seems like a great idea when we think in terms of family and friends. But bonding with a charismatic or manipulative person (boss, lover, guru) is more like submission. Your description of the simultaneous feelings of abandonment and relief is spot on.

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  31. Sandra, love this and feel it works on several levels, especially one with a drama queen who likes the world to ravel around her.

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  32. As some of us get older we see things differently. There are indeed some who can weave “webs”. Good writing as always, Sandra. Happy New Year 2018. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  33. Sarah Ann says:

    A wonderful evocation of unhealthy relationships we can’t quite escape, until the lynchpin falls. Love it.

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  34. Jan Vanek says:

    What a beautiful and poetic way to describe the hope and ultimate decline of a relationship. I love the words you select, Sandra.

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  35. Susan says:

    An insightful look into the power (good and bad) of relationships. Well done

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  36. rachelmalik99 says:

    Particularly liked the line ‘she attempts to spin again’. Like Rochelle, I initially thought it was familial but it seemed to mutate as I read – really liked that.

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  37. Varad says:

    Expertly woven, Sandra.

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  38. subroto says:

    What a wonderful way of looking at a controlling relationship.

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  39. Beautifully written and sustained throughout Sandra. It put me in mind of families and communities growing up safe and content with each other but eventually, horizons have to be widened and individuals have to follow their own paths, outsiders must be let in and the outside explored

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  40. Love the gentle reflective tone of your story, and the imagery of webs forming and dissolving – I find that insightful.

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