(Author’s note: I will be doing some updates on this Chuseok weekend. I will also post a big personal non-story update, to give people an idea of what’s to come with Music and Fiction. In the meantime, here’s today’s fiction!)
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Whatever Happens
by Miles H. Rost
Devon plopped the lump of clay on the wheel.
She cut and removed pieces she didn’t need, like pieces of her life that were unusable. She slowly formed the rounded lump with her hands. Pushing and pulling the clay, smoothing it out with water, she slowly developed it into a shapely, beautiful vase.
She pulled out a brush and some glaze. She pulled out a small tin, and mixed the grey powder into the small jar of glaze. She painted the fired vase, and put it back in for more firing.
The final product stood in the entryway, a tribute to her dearly lost husband, who was now a part of the beautiful vase.
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I love the “pieces she didn’t need, like pieces of her life that were unusable”. A beautiful image
She knew what she wanted, and she worked to get it. Thank you for your compliment! ^_^
At first I thought it was a sinister take, but now I see it’s a work of love. Nicely done.
The ambiguity gets people. At least I didn’t try to rip off “Ghost”. (HA! XD) Thank you for your compliment!
A nice memory.
It is, it is! Thank you for reading it!
Very nice touching tale. Well done.
Inspiration sometimes just comes at the drop of a note! Thank you for the compliment! ^_^
A lovely story.
And thank you for reading it! ^_^
You’re welcome 🙂
A very special tribute. Nicely done!
Thanks!
Neat story about a neat tribute.
Well, a few people were thinking it may go “Ghost”-like, so I decided to go in a different path. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Lovely
Thank ya! ^_^
Great use of metaphoric writing 😉 Lovely!
Thanks for the compliment! Makes my Chuseok weekend!
An imaginative tribute. I, like Neil, love the sentence ‘She cut and removed pieces she didn’t need, like pieces of her life that were unusable.’
It just seemed to make sense. I’ve been finding more inspiration in the sculpture and pottery world lately.
I think a memory of someone cannot be formed better….
Quite! 🙂
I enjoyed the visions you developed.
Thanks! This one, specifically, seemed to go in a direction I never thought it would go. Thanks for reading!
I can imagine her forming the clay. Very nice!
Image is part of what I go for, and the music connects the image. Glad you enjoyed it!
Oops, I think I read it wrong. I actually thought she had put pieces of her husband into the vase, or maybe his ashes. I agree on the beautiful wording.
She put the ashes of her husband into the glaze. She loved him as much as her artwork. 🙂
A lovely story.
A great amount of thanks! (Sorry it’s so late, this passed by quickly)
I thought there was something sinister about it in the last line! Was there a double entendre?
Depends on who you are. Sonny, the one who just commented, went the other direction.
Reading through the comments, it seems people interpret the story differently. For me it was a lovely story about working through grief and moving on. Well done!
Yeah, the stories I think I like the best are the ones where they can have more than one meaning.
I like the peacefulness in this. Something about the rhythm in the words. Kudos
The music really helps the flow, lemme tell ya.
Very nice. Your language conveys the peacefulness and satisfaction she gains from shaping the vase, and the ending is beautiful.
Could see the entire scene unfold