Copyright Ronda-del-Boccio
She doesn’t know why she’s on this train.
But she’s wondering whether the same inertia that’s smothered her over the years now keeps her rooted in her seat.
Stations loom, pause momentarily, and recede in the distance. The compulsion to remain seated, to do nothing is almost erotic in its intensity.
She has chores, relationships, and responsibilities to fulfil. And no idea where to go or what she will do when she arrives at the terminus.
Worse still, she does not even know what she wants to do.
Better to alight, return, resume… submerge.
Yet still she does not move.
Close call today. The first story wasn’t working and another no-show loomed. Off to the gym, where the second one saw light of day on the treadmill. Thanks to Rochelle for leading Friday Fictioneers out to exercise their creative abilities again this week.
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Terrific character portrait, Sandra
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Thank you, Neil.
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I really feel for her.
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Thanks for reading, Louise.
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Something about train travel, feels like a in-between place.
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Indeed. Thanks for reading.
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Dear Sandra,
This pretty much describes my Saturday last. I just wasn’t on a train. 😉 Well described, her inertia is tangible.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for reading, Rochelle. Yes, days like that seem all too common these days. 😦
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What a stunning character portrait.
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Many thanks, Neil.
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Train is moving and stops, but she doesn’t. She’s lost in her train of thoughts.
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Thanks for reading, Anita.
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The power of inertia. Well-captured moment.
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Thanks, Josh.
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You took us right into her muddled mind. Simply brilliant Sandra.
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Many thanks, Keith.
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Oh this is so well done, Sandra. I can totally feel her lack of willingness to do anything.
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Inertia can be a dreadful thing. I can’t imagine you ever suffering from it, Dale. 🙂
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I may have my moments…
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Sigh. Poor thing. I hope she finds some motivating factor … Hopefully within herself …
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Thanks for reading Na’ama.
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🙂
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I like the idea of her staying put. Perhaps when she reaches the right station she will know that is where she should alight.
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And if she had been at sea she would have waited for a passing lifeboat before throwing herself overboard, I suspect. Thanks for reading, Iain.
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This is an interesting story from that prompt.
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Many thanks, Ted.
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Inertia is one of the greatest forces in the world to overcome. You’ve swirled around the concept in a compelling way, Sandra.
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You’re so right. Thanks for reading.
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I know that feeling when anything other than the status quo seems appealing. Meanwhile, the fear of change collides with need for change creating that inertia. Well done, as always.
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Many thanks. Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful portrait of this poor woman who senses there’s more. . . . .something. . . . somewhere.
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Thanks for reading, Linda.
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A great look into her state of mind.
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And yet you are right at the beginning of the link page again! I always end up halfway doen among the also-rans! Good story – I could feel her despair and inertia vividly.
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i think there’s still hope for her if she learns to stop indulging in self-pity.
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Strong voice. great story.
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Intense, I feel the intensity of erotic deliberation. brilliant stuff
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I love this kind of journey without any purpose, sitting by the window and watch stations go by. Every other person has a purpose. May be one person does not. Heavens will not fall.
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My goodness, I can feel her indecision in her paralysis. I sensed her latent fear, but of what?
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A really good portrayal of internal conflict here!
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Really good … I love the way you portray the two alternatives… for some reason the lyrics to “Should I stay or should I go” popped up in my head.
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So well written. It sounds like she’s running away from her normal life by not moving.
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I could feel her inner turmoil.
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