How to Grow Old Gracefully

Here is another tale in the oh-so-ironic “How To” series for Friday Fictioneers. This one is in the form of a prose poem.

The photo prompt this week is courtesy of Emmy L. Gant. It reminds me of an old building or row house, and it put me in mind of my own 100 year old house. Sadly, the condition of my house seems to mirror my own rapidly aging bones–or is it vice versa?

Friday Fictioneers is a lively and friendly international writing community. Between Wednesday and Friday of every week, we each post a 100-word story to share. To learn more about Friday Fictioneers, or to post your own story, please visit our lovely leader’s website, author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Addicted to Purple.

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Photo Copyright: Emmy L. Gant

How to Grow Old Gracefully

by Jan Brown

This house has no more dreams. There are only distant hopes, painful yearnings and blood-chilled fear.

…the fear of growing old.

The piano plays no complete songs. It is dusty, like my vocal cords. Two shallow breaths, a hoarse wheeze, to sing half a measure.

…the silence of my voice.

There are fragments of poetry in the corners. I pull them out with cobwebs. Piece them together clumsily.

…the frailty of my muse.

Etchings line the walls, crucified on wires and nails. My soul is searing in artists’ shades of molten gold and cutting crimson.

…the color of my pain.


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What the Mirror Shows

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  Please visit Rochelle’s blog for more information…and join us if you wish!

This week’s photo is by fellow writer Janet Webb. Thank you, Janet!

I’ve been absent from these pages for a couple of months, busy (overwhelmed, actually) coping with medical issues.  If this story seems a little different from my usual fare, it is. I’m not sure it follows the “rules.” It’s exactly 100 words, but it’s not really fiction. It is, however, full of feelings that I needed to express.


Photo Copyright: Janet Webb

What the Mirror Shows

by Jan Brown

Jennifer packed her bag. No makeup on the day of surgery. The mirror shows every time-worn line around her questioning eyes. Is it hope she should be feeling? Or something closer to dread?

She blinks back tears as the doorbell rings.

Carmen, her BFF, is taking her to the hospital. Jennifer is hesitant to unload her fears and sadness on Carmen. Her friendship and moral support is priceless; it deserves a positive response.

The tears fall anyway, and Carmen gets a flood of raw honesty, a gloomy glimpse into her friend’s desperation.

Jennifer wonders: What will the mirror show tomorrow?


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The National Haiku Writing Month theme of the day is “break.” I hope you also enjoy the amazing musical poem by Mark O’Connor that appears below my haiku. Happy Wednesday!

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heartstrings plucked
like a broken violin



Things that Go Bump in the Night

The National Haiku Writing Month theme of the day is “bump.”

What things go bump in the night in your house?


staccato sounds

of percussion at midnight

music of an old house


old bones creak

old house moans

old woman sighs


Smiles and Sighs

Here’s a little Monday pick-me-up: my favorite lines from the film, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. I hope they make you smile.

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On sex appeal:

“I still have it. I just can’t find anyone who wants it anymore.”


On sexual preference:

“I’m gay, but nowadays that’s more in theory than in practice.”


On marital status:

“I’m single by choice. Just not my choice.”


On faith:

“Everything will be all right in the end. If it is not yet all right, it is not yet the end.”