Image credit: Claire Sheldon

‘Please stay’, she squeaked beseechingly.

‘Ok. You have until sundown to get rid of one thing from here, ONE.”

Drenched in sweat she trudged from room to room. How could he be so unreasonable?

The magnets were memories. The cans and cartons were useful and will surely be used soon. Oh! Those rolls of soft, soft color ribbons. Never.

Exhausted, she flopped on the chair and her eyes zeroed in on the straightened paper clips on the desk.

Teary-eyed, she stared at it.

She continued to stare at it as he walked out of the door in the evening.

 

This piece of fiction is in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

Find other entries for this week’s challenge here

Word Count: 100

Everything is Precious

21 thoughts on “Everything is Precious

    • July 8, 2017 at 9:14 pm
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      Definitely. Some people can’t really part with any of their stuff.

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  • July 8, 2017 at 8:25 am
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    InterInteresting take on the prompt. Having known someone like this, I understand how she can’t part with her stuff and why he’s finally walking away. It is a type of mental illness that must be treated.

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    • July 8, 2017 at 9:13 pm
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      Thank you. Yes, she really needs help with it.

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  • July 8, 2017 at 8:35 am
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    Oh dear… opposites may attract but don’t always stay together.

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    • July 8, 2017 at 9:16 pm
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      Sure. Sometimes similar habits are also key to a relationship

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    • July 8, 2017 at 9:21 pm
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      Thank you Rochelle for the welcome.

      She managed to get rid of one thing though because he could walk away

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    • July 8, 2017 at 9:20 pm
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      It is definitely a difficult task..

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  • July 8, 2017 at 10:05 pm
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    I know a woman much like this. It’s really kind of sad. The best she can do is put stuff away in boxes, and so her house is full of cardboard boxes.

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    • July 8, 2017 at 10:33 pm
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      This was inspired by someone I read about who was having a hard time inviting any of her friends home because her mom was a hoarder. I personally dunno of anyone in this extreme, but I believe they need some medical intervention

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      • July 8, 2017 at 10:55 pm
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        You’re probably right. It’s hard, though, when a person who needs help doesn’t want help.

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  • July 9, 2017 at 6:21 am
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    The sadness of losing something important but keeping all your things. Sacrifice, it’s a simple word. Well done in capturing the essence of loss!

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  • July 10, 2017 at 7:53 pm
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    I guess that hoarding is a form of addiction, but not one that’s recognised as such. It would drive me nuts living with an excessive hoarder. Perhaps him leaving her might be the turning point for her kicking her addiction, or at least meeting him halfway in getting rid of a percentage of the clutter. As it stands, he thinks there’s no room for him, both physically and mentally.

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    • July 13, 2017 at 11:13 am
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      You hit the nail on the head. Let us believe that this might be a turning point for her in her life and it helps her take the first step in coming of out the grip the hoard of things has on her.

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