Standing on the promontory, Felicia watched the churning waters underneath. Behind her, the car remained in idle with the radio blasting “All By Myself”, which ironically was entirely appropriate. She didn’t even like the song but somehow the melody and the words suited her mood. Just like the roiling ocean did and the weather.

It seemed the elements matched her dark mood: the cold spell that had spread over the county for the past week evoked the chill, which had settled around her heart. The latter seemed to have shrunk on itself, gathering itself in a fetal position to fight off the cold and every other type of aggression. On the other hand, she felt as if she’d become cryophilic; even now despite the freezing temperature, she was merely wearing a denim jacket.

She’d never minded leavings: departures were a part of the journey. People entered and exited your life, sometimes leaving an indelible mark upon your soul other disappearing as if they’d never been there. Being a pretty insular person it had never affected her much; she rarely let people in and never too deep. But she’d let him in; she didn’t really plan it but it just happened. And now he was gone. Self-pity wasn’t something she indulged in but tonight she felt the absence, the loneliness more acutely.

She raised her glass full of fizzling champagne towards the ocean.
“To you Alan my sweet. Happy New Year.”
Her baby boy would have turned three tonight. Instead he lay in a box, angel dust. She threw the glass in the sea and turned back, facing the car headlights. She cast a glance behind towards the waves. Maybe…


In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #136 prompt.
1. Leavings 2. Insular (of or relating to an island or islands: dwelling or situated on an island: forming an island: detached; standing alone: narrow-minded or illiberal. Pathology occurring in or characterized by one or more isolated spots, patches, or the like.) 3. Cryophilic (thriving in low temperatures) 4. Melody 5. Radio 6. Fetal 7. Pity 8. China (the material) 9. Headlights 10. Promontory (A high point of land or rock projecting into the sea or other water beyond the line of coast; a headland. A bluff, or part of a plateau, overlooking a lowland.) 11. Spell 12. Fizzle
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.


9 Comments Add yours

  1. Those closing lines, that unexpected turn rips the heart open. Poignant work

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    1. Thank you 🙏🏻. Thank you for the words 😉.

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  2. Michael says:

    Goodness I thought it was a lovely story Stephanie and those last lines gave me a lump in my throat…beautifully done..

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    1. Thank you very much 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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      1. Michael says:

        You’re most welcome 😁

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  3. That certainly was not the ending I was expecting. It was positively heart-wrenching. Beautifully written.

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    1. Thank you ever so much.


  4. So bittersweet, that maybe leaves me even more sorrowful. Wonderful use of the words, Stephanie. As always, your writing doesn’t disappoint.

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    1. ok now you have me blushing. Thank you.


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