Microfiction challenge #4: At the window

The full title of this painting by Munch is The kiss at the window, but it doesn’t have to be a kiss. The blue light is eerie, his embrace could be passionate or violent, and is she wilting with pleasure, or with terror? There are a lot of possible interpretations. Find one and write it.

This week, there’s a choice. Phylor reminded me that sometimes a story can run to several episodes, so if you want to make the story prompted by this image the start of a mini serial, keep it to less than 200 words, with a beginning, a middle, and an open end, and tag it Part One. You’ll then have the option of using next week’s image to inspire part two. If you intend to close the story this week, use as many words as you like. However, if you write a novel, I don’t guarantee I’ll have the time to read it πŸ™‚

Post the link to your story in the comments before next Thursday to be included in the round up. Have fun!

Edvard_Munch_-_Kiss_by_the_window_(1892)

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

51 thoughts on “Microfiction challenge #4: At the window”

  1. The breeze made me shiver. With the open window, he approached me. Eyes shining, glossing over, he kissed me. I was in paradise! His scents comparable to an allspice. And I thought, wow, that was so nice. Short and sweet, but so intense, like being in a pyre. God knows why, but I think I even purred like a cat. A fast pulse and heightened senses, I was transformed to a different world.

    Oh my personal samurai, my anchor and he’s kissing me. Kept me alive, kept saying my name. I hold onto his arms and I was still aflame. Hundreds of fish in the sea, he chose me. I could fly, feeling ever so light and high, like a kite in the sky. Felt weak on my knees and at the same time bouncy. What has he done to me? Was it all a dream? If it was, I don’t want to wake up.

    I just hope it wasn’t just a game. I promise to be good and won’t kick him out my door. I love that kiss and I hope there’s a forevermore. There’s a feeling of connection and our hearts feel complete. I shivered inwardly, so blissful.

    1. After viewing my piece on the word press reader I realize my spacing between paragraphs never saved. I fought with WordPress for a solid hour over that one. My apologies.

      1. I’m excited to see what is next! Hopefully I can tie it together! This is most exciting!

  2. I wrote a comment but think I lost it! It went something like:

    Thanks for keeping the inspiration going, Jane! Congrats on your 3rd part in the Abomination series too- I have some serious catching up to do and like the idea of hearing the story from Carla’s perspective. You are so prolific! πŸ™‚

    I have posted my response to this challenge and would appreciate critical feedback if time permits. Thanks!

    1. So I’ll just reply to this one πŸ™‚ The third volume was a really easy write. It just flew along. Novel-writing has slowed down pretty much as I don’t have the hours together to stick at the same thing. Life’s too chopped up and demanding. Off to read your story now.

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