The Thespian – A Friday Fictioneer Story

Friday Fictioneers is an opportunity for people who like to write to put together a micro-fiction piece and display it for the world, and other writers, to comment on. This is my first time submitting, and all comments are welcome. The hostess gives us a photo for us to consider in our story. The photo below is this weeks prompt. If you like doing this sort of thing, you might save the link and enter something for yourself.

Copyright - Sandra Crook

She watched him with pity.

He looked like he had just lost a child, or maybe, had lost his childhood.

He spent his youth playing here. His teen years were consumed studying the art here. As a young adult he had won accolades here.

Throughout forty years of marriage he had promised to bring her here.

Now they were finally here.

And the theatre was broken down.

She watched him with pity.

But then he took her by the hand, led her to the second row.

On stage, he performed Hamlet’s Soliloquy, flawlessly, from memory.

She watched him with pride.


12 thoughts on “The Thespian – A Friday Fictioneer Story

  1. Very beautifully written! I like the repetition of “She watched him with pity” for the loss her husband suffered, only to have it switch at the end to pride. The venue may change, we may get older, but if we truly love something we never really lose it. Great story!

  2. Dear Mr. Short,

    Here is the long of it. Good story. There is a rumor that I have started that new writer to Friday Fictioneers will be given long and rambling ‘welcome aboard’ comments on their first time posting a story here. But, by virtue of your apt name, you get a pass.

    Welcome to the party, pal.



  3. Dear Pastor Chip,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! A word of caution, this is a highly addictive activity. Nice take on the prompt. I look forward to reading more from you.



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