Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Friday Fictioneers/Genealogy




Please read Rochelle and rules for picture prompt at: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/06/8-august-2014/

My picture story comes in at 98 words this week. 







                                                                        Genealogy

The trees had taken over the German structure like aging hands wringing a hanky. Walls crumbled and branches reached through broken glass. Geneva thought of the relatives she never knew. Felt them reaching for her across time just like branch fingers.

Ben’s voice broke her thoughts vibrating her back to the moment, “You’re so white. Feeling okay?”


She looked at her sliver bracelet embossed with feathers and thunderclouds. She felt turquoise stones framed in the cross at her neck. As a Catholic, as an Indian, she wouldn’t have been desirable. She shuddered remembering all sides of her forefathers.


11 comments:

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

"Walls crumbled and branches reached through broken glass." Lovely imagery, as always, Claudia. And I like the heritage you've given her. She would be a wonderful character for a longer tale.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields said...

Dear Claudia,

You've captured the turmoil of her mixed ancestry. Good use of the prompt although it could stand alone without the photo as well. Good job.

Shalom,

Rochelle

Sioux said...

Claudia--I agree with Lisa. This should be expanded.

The simile in the first line is brilliant...such a powerful comparison.

Elephant's Child said...

Frighteningly true today as well. Some of the excluded groups are different (but only some).
And yes, an expansion of this story bud would be more than welcome.

Björn Rudberg said...

What a lovely poetic piece you have spun.. the mixed heritage.. just like the house seems to be coming together.. I loved how you desccribed the jewelery..

Hamish Gunn said...

Good description and use of house as metaphor.

Elizabeth said...

The past never forgives, it's always hunting.

BECKY said...

I can only get one word out: WOW!

Susan said...

You are such a wonderful writer, Claudia. You paint pictures with words. Susan

Susan Anderson said...

This intrigued me, and I would like to have read more....

It's so good to "see" you. When I saw your name on Becky's blog, I clicked over immediately.

=)

P.S. Joshi said...

Claudia, Lovely story. The past is crumbling and newer ways are taking over. Sometimes it's best to just leave old ways die a natural death. People of a different generation often wouldn't understand. I read that it often takes one generation for change to come. Well written with good description.:)---Susan