Copyright Dale Rogerson
She leaves through the front door as he enters through the back, fitting her footsteps into the giant prints he’s freshly embedded in the snow; he’ll never know how nearly he just missed her.
After he left this morning for the job she’s discovered he doesn’t have, telling her he was having a drink after work with the friend now living in another country, she’d stood watching snowflakes feathering the lawn, fringing the kitchen windows, slowly burying the remains of his credibility.
This will be the last snowfall of the winter. It’s a good time to make tracks of her own.
I’ve loved Dale’s snow pictures this winter, and this is one of her most atmospheric. Thanks to Rochelle for leading the Friday Fictioneers out of another winter.
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Beautifully written (I loved feathering the lawn) and a satisfyingly complete story.
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Many thanks, Neil.
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Exquisitely crafted snapshot of a life.
Presque mon dernier chapeau!
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Noooo… don’t say that! What will I do for chapeaux in the future? 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Women empowerment!
So lovely that she decided to walk out and create her own foot-steps, rather than be with a dishonest and scheming partner.
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Thanks for reading, Anita.
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Dear Sandra,
His own lies condemned him. Loved the atmosphere you created with your well-chosen words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Many thanks Rochelle. 🙂
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You have packed so much into so few words. May the sun shine on your character and you.
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Thank you, Michael. 🙂
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Spring is the time for a fresh start. Well done.
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Thanks for reading, Iain.
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Good for her. The last snow reference was a great metaphor.
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Thanks Tanille.
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Gone with the melting snow. A great take Sandra.
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Thanks for reading, Keith.
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Snowfall, deception, and a stealthy escape: I love the way you wove this scene together Sandra.
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Thanks Dora!
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I love stories of women finding the strength to leave. This was truly beautiful.
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So do I, Linda. Thanks for reading.
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Love how you crafted this. Yay to her for putting an end to the lies.
And thank you for that lovely comment on my photos!
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My pleasure, Dale. I really enjoy your photos.
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You are so sweet for saying..
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I like how she slipped out of the house and stepped in his tracks. Also the snow blanketing what was left of his credibility. Another good story, Sandra.
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Many thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re very welcome.
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What a beautifully described moment of decision. ‘Feathering the lawn’ – Mmm…
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Many thanks, Jenne.
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Love the metaphors and the feel of this. Very visual, very FELT. 🙂
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Thanks for reading.
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🙂
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Class, really good stuff. Loved every word
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Many thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
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This is such precise writing, Sandra. A real exemplar for FF. I loved feathering the snow and the theme of tracks throughout. She’s well rid of him, I feel.
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Aww thanks for that Jen. Glad you enjoyed it.
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The culmination of her clever investigating. I bet he thought he was being so clever, too.
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fitting her footsteps into the giant prints he’s freshly embedded in the snow…feathering the lawn, fringing the kitchen windows…plus, the exquisite metaphors… I agree, one of the very best, Sandra.
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‘burying the remains of his credibility’ – such an elegant way of putting it!
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A very wise woman. Get out while the getting is good. PLUS! beautiful writing, my dear.
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she has reached her limits. it’s about time to leave for good.
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This was beautifully written, Sandra. I liked that she finally decided to make her own tracks.
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I really liked the completeness of your story, suggesting both the history between them and the future. The footprints worked so well in the telling.
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Good for her. Wonderfully worded descriptions.
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Great story! Superb last line! Bravo!
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Complete and lovely. I like the image of her leaving out the front door as he comes in the back.
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I love the wording here, especially “slowly burying the remains of his credibility.” It gives it a funereal vibe. Building up lies can tear down one’s reality.
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No chance for meditation, perhaps too late for that. The image of him coming in the back door as she leaves through the front door says it all.
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Beautifully written as usual. I loved the line; ‘slowly burying the remains of his credibility’. 🙂
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