Sue Vincent has come up with another beautiful image for her latest #writephoto prompt, and my response is the next part to the story I started for another prompt, Sacha Black’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks. And here it is:
Later I sat and pondered his words. Alone in a dark corner, rainbow light from the old windows painting the walls. Across the room the bar and patrons were all light and noise, but I sat separate from it all, the colours camouflage enough.
I did like lost things. Although I didn’t think of them that way. To me they were treasure, holding stories like faint fingerprints, reminders of owners past. Sometimes, if I closed my eyes and it was quiet enough, I could almost hear them talking, smell the disappeared world they’d inhabited.
But the man in the junk shop had shaken me. Made me question why I was so drawn to the detritus of the past. Was the fact that they were lost things speaking to something in me, a space for a missing piece I hadn’t even realised was gone?
Am I lost? I thought, my hands curving around my glass. If I am, who will find me?
And, do I want to be found?
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Helen Glynn Jones 
Yeah I like that. I like that very much; the junk shop owner, just the hint of a menace in his questioning undermining the speaker, neat.
Thanks, Geoff. I actually didn’t get the menace until you mentioned it – thanks for pointing out another angle to the tale 🙂
I love it when someone sees something we haven’t necessarily intended; goes to prove the old cliche that when we allow anyone to read our stuff it’s no longer ours but theirs.
I would agree wholeheartedly 🙂 Thanks, Geoff
I like this one. Something about it lets me buy into the character right away.
Thanks, Craig 🙂 That’s a really lovely thing to say. Hope you’re having a nice weekend x
You too.
I like the aura of mystery you managed to create, although I may be a bit biased because detritus is one of my favourite words; so as soon as I saw it, I fell in love with your writing 😀 Still, the short story was beautiful!
Thanks so much! I love the word detritus as well, I find it quite evocative. Hope you’re having a nice weekend 🙂
Nice.
Thank you 😊
I really like this, Helen…especially as I ‘know’ just which shop the character might have been in before sitting here with the glass 🙂
Thanks, Sue 🙂 That’s really lovely to hear, nice that I tapped into something real…
Very real… 🙂
Is this part of the Grove? cause if it isn’t you need to keep going with this one.
No. It’s nothing to do with The Grove. And yeah, I think it might have legs, but ohmygod when when when will I write it? I think it might be a shorter story. Will see. I do have that feeling you get at the start of a story though, you know the one I mean?
IT has LEGS. Big fat juicy ones. Just vomit the ideas and store for later use! that’s what I would do!
Oh yes, it’s in my folder of ideas, all their little legs shaking and jangling until I can take them out for a walk (which sounds really cruel – I hope you know what I mean!)
LOL, i do!
But oh! I know I’m supposed to be sorting out Ambeth four but Silver and Black is also calling to me! I can’t wait to give that one to you…
Open hands! We’re talking across so many comments! ARGH!
I know! Is it time to switch to Twitter?