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The Suncatchers

Grabbing her estranged husband’s whiskey bottles, Gracy poured their contents into the sink, one by one. It was cathartic, allowing the pain, her tears and trauma, to ebb away along with the vile liquid.

The workshop acted as the catalyst, as she carefully poured in her favourite hues into the emptied, dried bottles; instructions playing in her mind: swirl the bottle slowly around till the colours spread evenly all over.

Gracy placed the transformed beauties in the wooden grooves and reveled in her new life as the sun-soaked tints of love, vitality and cheerfulness bathed her in the morning glow. 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford
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Word count: 100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here

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  1. Such hope in these words. I am glad she came out of this triumphant, Uma :)

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    1. This should be the ending always, isn't it, Shailaja? thank you!! <3

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  2. I loved this short piece - the pain, the imagery. I hope she was able to work out her grief and anger after she got rid of that vile liquid and turned the cause of her pain into something beautiful. Alana

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    1. I believe she was able to, Alana. Thanks for the read :-)

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  3. Dear Uma,

    What a great use for whiskey bottles and a great exercise for her. Symbolic and touching.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks a lot, Rochelle. I love all your prompts :-)

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  4. I'm glad she could life herself up, and I feel a great sense of ceremony in her process. Great piece and nicely written.

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  5. Great one Uma. The use of prompt just couldn't be better! :) Hope the glow and cheerfulness is retained.

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    1. I hope the happiness is there to stay too, Shanx..thanks a lot :-))

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  6. Great imagination for the prompt :)

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    1. Thanks a ton, Keirthana..feels good to know :-)

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    1. Hey Bikram...long time..how have you been?? and, thank you :-)

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  8. Wonderfully penned Uma.. Loved every word.. :)

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    1. Wow, that feels great to hear..thanks, Vinitha :-)

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  9. Loved the take on the prompt! Great going Uma :).

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    1. Aparna, so glad to see you :-) thank you!!! <3

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