14 August 2015

Published August 12, 2015 by rochellewisoff

Flowers from the Hill Thoreau

Erie Canal

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There are some flash fictions of mine that I like better than others. This remains one of my favorites. It’s one of the first ten that I wrote when Madison was the chief cat herder.😉 You can find the original post here. 

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100


            Golden arches and a drive-through replaced the baroque beacon on the hill. The French restaurant where we often met is long gone.

            At our special table we shared crème brulée, class notes and anecdotes. Our careers left no room for marriage. He went his way and I went mine.

            Two years later the embossed invitation came. Birth announcements and commencement notices followed me around the world. 

 Thirty summers passed.

            When I read his wife’s obituary I wept.


           I reminisce in McDonald’s parking lot. Someone taps my windshield.

            Ink-black hair turned bone-white, Bordeaux in hand, he grins. “You saved our table.”

104 comments on “14 August 2015

  • I remember this story and thought it was great then. Still do. Love knows that the passing of time, distance and life events can still be present.


  • What do we know of ancient cultures? Do we care who made money? No, we care about their buildings, their art. What a shabby legacy we create when the highest good is corporate profit. Nicely done, though sad.


  • Dear Rochelle,

    It is hard to believe what you do with so few words! You bring us into another person’s heart and life with so much feeling it is as if we lived it. And then you gift us with a warm fuzzy-feeling smile before we exit back to our own lives.

    Your story inspires me to recall dramatic memories from my own life.

    Sometimes it is your writing – more than the photo – which will prompt me.

    Thank you for sharing your gift!

    Warm regards,


  • I adored this story, Rochelle! So tender, so kind, so romantic, and so not-cynical, so non-snarky — which is something I am tempted to be confronted with that image.
    Beautifully narrated too — the flow of time is perfectly handled.


    • Dear Amy,

      I’m glad you liked my “old” story. The beauty of writing is that it’s organic. It can be updated, at least in our little FF corner of the world.😉

      The gums are much better, thank you. Although the saga marches on. Something I may or may not blog about.

      Thank you and shalom,


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      • I know sometimes it’s tempting to share personal things, because people care out here and most likely would be supportive. But there’s always the fear of sharing too much and wondering if things are better left private. I’m tempted to share some things myself, but am holding back. I’m so happy to hear you’re feeling better. Hang in there, Rochelle!


  • Dear Alexandria “Ma” Bell,
    I’m confused as to their ages. Did the 30 summers pass after she read the obituary? If so, he may have to ask her several times who she is and why they are there. I hope their table is close to the bathroom.
    Just curious,


  • Dear Rochelle,
    Such lovely words and a beautiful tale. I can see why it’s one of your favorites.

    I had a little trouble following the passage of time. You know my favorite technique for clarifying that in a story this length is with *** between paragraphs. IMO, this story would be stronger with those added for clarity.

    Nonetheless, I’m happy for this retread. Great stuff.

    Hope you’re thoroughly enjoying your kids this week.

    Marie Gail

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  • ….a moment worth waiting a lifetime give or take 30 summers ^_^

    warms the kidneys that’s the seat of love right I didn’t pay attention during my literature classes was busy daydreaming


    PS. now I have a sudden craving for a midnight stroll to a MacDonald’s when I should be sleeping.

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  • Lovely – a romantic ‘its never too late’ vibe to this. I particularly liked the ‘weeping over the death notice’ – it shows a real friendship exists and the narrator is hurt by their loss; as opposed to the more selfish reaction of happiness that ‘a new opportunity’ has arisen. Very touching.

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    • Dear David,

      I understand about the gaggle of family. We had our youngest son and his girlfriend here for the week. I’m pleased that you eked out some time to read my story and liked it, too.

      Now I’m off to read your story come lately.😉



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