The Low Life – Friday Fictioneers, November 2021

Copyright, Dale Rogerson

The earth is an ice-baked, ochre ruin.

You notice the colour of the earth when you’re closer to it. In fact, you notice many things when you’re older… like breathing.  You still do plenty of it, but is it enough to call it a life?

She has all she needs to get through the winter.  Food, fuel and enough gin, albeit now a drink of diminishing returns, to sink a battleship. 

A little something for the soul would be nice, but the soul-shop packed up and left town a while back.

Five weeks before the earth tilts.

Just hanging in there.

Sorry! that’s me in November. Hopefully normal service will be resumed soon. Thanks to Rochelle for being a rock in the Friday Fictioneer’s sea.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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58 Responses to The Low Life – Friday Fictioneers, November 2021

  1. neilmacdon says:

    I loved “you notice many things when you’re older… like breathing.”

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  2. Ain Sarlingsson, forestbathing hermit says:

    Haha! Oh dear….yes….November is tough, original take though….

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  3. Reena Saxena says:

    I like the idea of having a soul shop. Twilight years are a transition from body to soul and warmth is needed at all levels.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    Colourful images and a deep breath, Tilting into autumn here we go,

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  5. Dear Sandra,

    Hopefully things will look up for her soon. As we age we become more aware of each breath given to us don’t we? Depressingly well written.

    Shalom

    Rochelle

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  6. A truthful, melancholic tale, well done.

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  7. Anita says:

    We are all hanging on. Just breathing isn’t life.
    Philosophical tale.
    Earth’s tilt has so much associated!

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  8. elmowrites says:

    What a descriptive piece. Sandra. I hope the gin supplies last and the earth tilt comes soon enough.

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  9. granonine says:

    What an evocative piece! Yes, we do notice things as we age that we took for granted when we were young. Breathing. Regularity. Painless walking. Running. It’s a long list.

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  10. GHLearner says:

    I had to read it twice to fully get it and now I’m so awed that I hardly know what to say. November gets harder the older we get.

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  11. Dale says:

    Beautifully written, Sandra. November is the worst month. I swear – brings out the morose even in the most jovial of sorts. As for the gin not giving its just returns as much… that does not help! Just over a month left before the days start lengthening again…

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  12. pennygadd51 says:

    Great evocation of seasonal affective disorder. You are so good at picking out telling details and deploying them subtly.

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  13. Sue says:

    This sounds like she is in the November of her life, and going downhill fast

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  14. Bill says:

    One must indeed have adequate adult beverages to last the long cold nights. Well done, Sandra.

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  15. Indira says:

    I’ll go with Rochelle- ‘ Depressingly well written..’ At74 can’t agree with you more.

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  16. November comes around more quickly with each year. At least gin provides the tonic we need.

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  17. James McEwan says:

    “Food, fuel and enough gin,” well at least she is well stocked up and will emerge ready for the bright days of spring., That is if she survives Christmas.

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  18. draliman says:

    Poor woman. Plenty of food for the body but not the soul.

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  19. plaridel says:

    it’s getting there. it’s time she cherish every breath she takes.

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  20. Thats a sad tale, I expect she’s wearing a tin foil hat too, I’m hoping the earth doesn’t tilt in my day, we’ll probably burn ourselves to a cinder before that. The earth will probably tilt unwitnessed.

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  21. Vartika says:

    Sometimes all we need peace of mind.. nice tale

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  22. Those questions we ask when the bite of winter sets in. Hopefully, the gin and the warm months of spring to look forward to will help her through. Masterfully written!

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  23. It’s called SAD syndrome – there are so many varieties of gin these days, you should be okay!

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  24. mjlstories says:

    I personally would recommend a stash of good books rather than the gin, but each to his own.

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  25. oneta hayes says:

    Aww. Good story but sad. So true with many lives.

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  26. dorahak says:

    I can identify with this one, esp. as my RA-joints protests grow louder each year. A kind of hibernation sets in for the winter for some of us: an extra tilt of the earth makes all the difference between living and just “breathing” to get through it.
    pax,
    dora

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  27. This really hit home. In early October, I got Covid (despite having my vaccines). My recovery went well, then I contracted a horrible cough. I have been to 2 doctors and taken antibiotics and other medications, but nothing seems to make a difference. This is the third week of the cough and I’m beginning to think it’ll never go away. Breathing is a good thing.

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    • Sandra says:

      So sorry to hear you’ve been unwell, Russell. As an asthmatic since my mid teens, I’ve never underestimated the joy of being able to take an unfettered breath. May you soon be over this and back to your usual joie de vivre. We rely on you. X

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  28. Every stage of our lives, as we age, is a lesson in emotional stamina.
    Interesting thoughts on the photo prompt.
    Isadora 😎

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