“Someday I’ll get there.” No one could hear her, but she screamed the words. Trying to drown out the cynical voice in her head.
But that voice always echoed louder: “You’re making a fool of yourself. Just stop. Stop painting. Stop running. Just stop.”
She knew that voice was right. Everyone was gone. Not hiding out in Atlanta. Not waiting for her. Gone. All of them.
Still … she almost had captured his essence. She just needed to finish before she forgot his face. A few more strokes. That’s all. She couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Someday I’ll get there.”
This 99 word bit of optimistic delusion was inspired by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge (photo credit to her as well) with a cynical boost from Fandango’s FOWC and a great opening line from Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
A fine mash-up. At 99 words and with a silent scream I thought at first I was seeing an answer to this week’s Carrot Ranch challenge as well.
This has a haunting/haunted tone to it.
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Thanks!😊 I missed Carrot Ranch challenge. I’ll have to check it out!
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Here’s a roundabout route.
https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/how-to-lasso-a-wild-carrot-in-99-words-no-more-no-less/
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Thanks!
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I like this race against time
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Thanks 🙏
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Love how she needs to finish before she forgets his face.
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Thanks. 😊
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Dear Tina,
Nope she shouldn’t stop. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks 😊
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Good take Tima, the determination to capture that face before it fades came through. Well done.
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Thanks 😊
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You created an aura of desperation so well here. Seems like a big scene in a larger work.
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Thank you! 😊
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I could feel her anguish! At least she has the talent to do so… She needs to finish, for sure.
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Thanks Dale! 🙏
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Reaching the end can’t be done without determination, talent ceases to matter without the mind set.
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Nicely said. 😊
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Someday soon hopefully. Nice one.
Here’s mine!
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Thanks 😊
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Nicely done. I enjoyed it.
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Thank you! 😊
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My pleasure.
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There’s a strong sense of a lot more going on here than you’re telling us. I have a whole bunch of questions! Good one!
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Thanks! 😊always like to leave room for interpretation 😉
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that’s an interesting concept – recording on canvas before you forget. Nicely done.
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😊
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Very well written.. good story.
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Thanks 😊
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I do hope she manages to capture his essence in the end.
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She’ll get there! 😊
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She’ll get there, one way or the other …
And … perhaps if those who dissuade her, had encouraged her, she’d have felt seen enough, perhaps, to arrive …
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The race to get somethjing down resonates. There’s always the worry an idea or image will fade and disappear completely before you can catch it and record it the way you see it.
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Especially if that person is gone. Thanks 🙏
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I liked your story, Tina.
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Thanks Ted! ☺️
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