PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
The first time their eyes met a deafening rip tore through her head
Mistaking it for her broken heart’s pieces cracking once again
She turned her gaze away, not wanting to shatter what took so long to mend
But something in his hazel eyes called to her through past lies
She dared another sideways glance a strange rising courage at the end
Pushed her into the unknown, where hopes renew and dreams begin
The second time their eyes met she did not flinch when the ripping sounded
A hazel gaze pierced through flimsy veils wrapping tight around the wounded
99 words
I read Erin Hanson’s poetry recently and was just so ultra inspired that I simply had to attempt my own. Last time I was inspired to pen rhythmic verse was in high school. So forgive me if it’s not perfect. The 100 word limit was quite challenging this time!
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by novelist and artist, Rochelle. The challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.
Click here to read more flash fiction from other great writers.
Here is one of Erin’s poems. She is a talented young woman in her early twenties, touching hearts and moving souls since her teens with her magical prose.
Fajr, Books & That First Cuppa 
I liked the vision of these as bandages
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Thanks, Neil 🙂
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that was a beautiful poem from Eric. I loved your story too. It reflected a sea of emotion swirling inside.
One critique (if you don’t mind). I would suggest swtiching the order of a strange rising courage to a strange courage rising. But it works either way.
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Dear Fatima,
Lovely verses. I’d say there’s danger in those hazel eyes.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I love your inclination towards the dark and dangerous! 😊 it could go either way. But that’s another story for another Friday Fictioneers maybe. Thank you, Rochelle.
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I shall be optimistic in not seeing danger – though there always is a little bit of danger in falling in love, isn’t there? I love the bandage vision, too.
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It is the new and unknown that makes it exciting and makes us willingly throw caution to the wind. In her case I hope she doesn’t get her heart broken twice. Thank you, Dale.
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life is about taking risks. no pain, no gain. i liked the poem, too. 🙂
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I agree wholeheartedly. Thank you, Plaridel.
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I hope it works out well for her. I liked the verses too.
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Thank you, Clare 😊
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This is wonderful… and of course falling is love is always risky.. you never know where you will land.
If you ever feel that you want to go more with poetry we run a site called dverse http://dversepoets.com drop by, we have prompts three times per week.
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That’s amazing!😮 Thank you Bjorn. I’ll definitely take a look and try my hand again at poetry. 😀 thank you!
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I like the way you tackled this prompt. Ingenious.
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Thank you, Yarnspinner! It was definitely a challenge
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A delightfully different take on the thought-provoking prompt.
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Beautiful poems. I shall keep her in my prayers.🙂
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Thank you, Moon 😊
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I could almost feel that happening. Very poetically expressed!
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Thank you, Just Joyfulness! I’m so pleased it came across to you so well. 😊
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Well written, Fatima. Recovering from a broken heart can be a slow, painful process. I’m glad she’s starting to dare to trust again.
I liked Erin’s poetry too. Thank you for introducing me to it.
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