A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
It was a dark and stormy night. No, really. It was a dark and stormy night. And freezing cold. Alice stared out the window at the driving sleet. The ceder branches bowed gallantly under the weight of the ice as if to mock her. She was nobody, a failure. She would never be a great author. All the tragedies of her life dragged at her soul, yet the page remained blank.
Another sip of wine. She straightened her shoulders and stubbornly typed what everyone told her not to write.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Well, dammit, it was!
Favorite Friday Feedback (F3) from last week’s #FF story goes to everyone! Yes, it happened. I couldn’t choose just one favorite. Everyone’s comments shared the same theme last week, that books are indeed our friends. They help us through the good times and the bad. They make us cry; they make us laugh. They teach us lessons, or they simply provide escape when we need it. Where would we be without books? My sincere thanks to all my #FF friends who dropped in, read, liked, and commented.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. —Charles W. Eliot
The power of a book lies in its power to turn a solitary act into a shared vision. As long as we have books, we are not alone. —Laura Bush