(Author’s note: Heyo! Classes are a bit hectic, but I may actually have some real stories up this week, depending on how things go. I realize that writing a bit longer-form may actually help me with my classes [especially my short fiction class], so be ready for some experimentation to come. Anyhow, here’s the latest Fictioneers offering.)
Photo Prompt © Madison Woods
I Still Hear Your Voice
by Miles H. Rost
Deception.
I feel as thought my heart has been pulled from its place, but I know it is still there. Despite what might have been, I still am able to continue on. I am confused as to why you had to go that route, though. Why would you submit yourself to all of that dreck?
I am not sure which direction to go now, as my path has been shaken up. I still hear your voice in the dark night, telling me the things that I want to hear.
But I hear a different voice now, one that says “time to move on.”
Music and Fiction 
Oh, that’s a rough place to be in. I’ve been there. I’m not the sort to move on easily.
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That one takes some thought on my part. I think it is sort of like my life.
Beautifully written. And soon ;Its time to move on. will get louder and more frequent. I loved the story.
Thank you! This one was quite difficult to write, because of just how close it is personally.
I also hope you enjoyed the song that goes with it, because that’s really what adds that extra layer of goodness to it.
Ok. I will go back to the song.
Excellent story, it rings so true. And the perfect music to go with it.
Very plaintive feel, but the last line lifts the piece above the mood that has been set. Good one.
The ending was good. That little voice needs heeding. Nice one.
Definitely captures the mood of the photo…great job!
Thank you! Hope the music fit, as well!
Absolutely!
Dear Miles,
We all hear those voices that pull us in one direction or another. Well done and I love it that you used one of my favorite words: dreck.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Listen to the voices. Follow.