Microfiction challenge #8: The avenue

The theme word this week is:

Leaving

and the image is another Van Gogh, Avenue of poplars. Apart from the autumnal setting, which in itself can be melancholy, I find this painting terribly sad. The figure is leaving the house rather than going towards it, the tree shadows forming a barrier, and the figure is not strolling, but walking purposefully. Are there regrets or is he/she glad to be gone? And the house itself seems to be grimacing.

Those are my thoughts, but I am sure there will be as many different interpretations as there are participating authors. Whether you are inspired to add to your serial or want to write a stand alone story, please leave the link to your blog in the comments by next Thursday. I’ll try to comment on your stories if WordPress will let me.

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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.

34 thoughts on “Microfiction challenge #8: The avenue”

      1. Thank you for the comment, Jane. I can’t seem to remember to ask for critiques.
        The mother probably would make an interesting story, but “micro” is about the limit of my fiction writing. I don’t have the attention span to write more than a brief outline or prologue/epilogue.

      2. I can’t leave comments on other people’s blogs at the the moment, that’s why I left the comment here. When you’re writing a long haul piece, it helps to think of it as a sequence of scenes. Otherwise the whole operation appears just too enormous.

    1. I chose a string of images after I made the suggestion that this might start a serial, so I know what next week’s image is. I’m sure you’ll be able to work it into your story.

      1. It’s a great piece of work. The only thing that I wondered about was, how would Maria know where to look, unless the hiding place had been established beforehand of course.

      2. Yes, I thought of that, and I was trying to kind of sort of imply it was. 🙂 Of course, you also don’t know who Maria is, but there’s only so much I could get into this story.

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