fiction friday 1: roses are blue

I have been wanting to do this since my very first blog post. And now… I’m finally going to do it. I am. I swear I really am.

I think I was scared I’d be making promises I couldn’t keep. And I still have that fear. But I have the pleasure of knowing many of you now, and I’m pretty sure no one is going to tar and feather me if I miss a Friday. Because you all love me so much. [Yeah, my sense of humor is vividly imaginative.]

Before I freak out and back out… Welcome to Fiction Friday.

fiction friday.

Every Friday, I will post a piece of my own fiction. [I will try really hard not to miss any.] Short, long, happy, sad, old, new, funny, fresh… any piece of my original work. Maybe some will even be parts of a single story, posted over a few weeks. I haven’t worked out every detail, but I’m hoping it’ll come together.

I hope you’ll visit each week for something new. And… as you may be aware, today is Friday. Enjoy…

Who the hell was that guy? Leaving… with her… touching her…?

I’m losing her. I can’t… God, I can’t lose her. I can’t breathe. I should follow them. No. I can’t do that. I have to let her go. For now.

It was cold outside, but he didn’t notice. He could only feel the miserable heaviness in his heart. She’s been with me my entire life. It’s always been us. Always. She’s my best friend. I miss her. How can I watch her with anyone else? She is… mine… isn’t she? I thought she was mine. She knows I love her. She has to know. God, what if she doesn’t know?

I have to go to her. Right now. I have to tell her I fell in love. I have to explain exactly what is happening. I thought she already knew. Oh God, I miss her so much. He gripped his jacket over his heart and took deep breaths, hoping to calm himself. But it wasn’t working. Nothing was helping. He paced the streets in agony. I want her. I need to be with her. I don’t know how to watch her with someone else. I wanted to grab that guy and throw him across the room. Don’t touch her! His heart raced and his hands trembled. He was in pain. I have to get the image of that guy touching her out of my head. It’s going to kill me.

He didn’t know where he was. Every street, every block – they all began to look the same. Seeing her that way broke him. I have never had anyone else like her in my life. And I don’t want anyone else. I only want her. She’s everything to me. She always has been… and now that we’ve gotten the closest we’ve ever been, it’s ending? It can’t. I am scared to death I’m losing her. No. Not possible. Right? Not after everything… and after… that night… Oh God. This cannot be happening. I cannot let this happen.

He gasped, inhaled a long deep breath, and stopped walking. Where the hell am I? Oh my God. He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket while staring up at the windows of her building.


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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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29 Responses to fiction friday 1: roses are blue

  1. Tiegan says:

    The internal dialogue this character experiences is interesting. I’d really love for you to continue writing about the emotional journey of this character on Fiction Friday.

    Can’t wait for next Friday!

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  2. Joana Salazar says:

    What happens next? I’m really curious.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wandering Soul says:

    Ohkay! I need next Friday to come now. .. Like, right now!
    If you write like this and then miss even 1 Friday, I will personally come there and force you to sit on your desk and write!
    Oh God… the suspense is already killing me. I’ll just have to make up my own happy ending, I guess!

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  4. Debby Thompson says:

    That’s really drawn me in. Can’t wait to find out what happens. Roll on next Friday 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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  6. V. says:

    I can’t wait for Friday’s now! This is a great idea! loved what I read so far!

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  7. Vibrant says:

    This is a lovely feature! You have introduced it well.

    I was wanting more and it was intriguing. I thought slightly more detail would have been great too 🙂

    Love and light ❤

    Anand 🙂

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  8. Great writing Sandra – you have a real talent at holding our attention.

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  9. Thanks! Now I just have to keep re-writing the old fiction I adapted this from so I can continue the story! 🙂


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  11. I love the graphic and your writing! 🙂

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  12. stephieann8 says:

    Love it! I can’t wait to read more 🙂

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  14. AlixAnonyme says:

    I love the idea, love the story, looking forward to read more !

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  15. T. Wayne says:

    Love the graphic..and the fiction too! I’ll be tuning in for the next episode…

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