Friday, September 17, 2010

Another Flash Fiction Quickfire

"Zorah on the Terrace" by Henri Matisse

So here I go again to see if I can come up with a 55 word flash fiction inspired by this wonderful painting by Henri Matisse.

Reeling memories did not steal away Zorah's serenity. Watching Zorah during her contemplative hour, I realized that I no longer was a journalist chronicling a life. The fragile touch of her hand startled the quiet within me. I could not move away from those humble eyes. I tremble to think of the horror she witnessed.

Thank you for reading :)

17 comments:

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I think you did extrememly well, to write a piece in 55 words about a painting certainly wons my admiration.

Have a good week-end.
Yvonne.

Susan Fobes said...

Ooh, your good!

Diane said...

Awe-inspiring! Great job :O)

Joanne said...

Love this. And to think that Zorah's peace came from something so traumatic. Definitely gets us thinking.

T Rex Mom said...

Nice to visit your poetry/writing world after a crazy day. Thanks for the moment of peace.

He & Me + 3 said...

You get so much more out of the art then I ever could. Thank you for bringing it to life. I love reading these. you are good.

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

You said so much with so little, and used your words very wisely with a depth of meaning. I loved the conflict of the past and the present - in both characters. Well done.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Valerie said...

Excellently written. The picture will be viewed with new eyes through your words.

Robyn Campbell said...

You show me things I never saw before with your words. Lovely Kelly. I love it over here at your place. And you are GOOD! :)

Mandy's Life After 30 said...

I love the approach you took. Your words are so wonderful to read.

This is fun -- Let me give it a shot with a comical spin on it -- ;-)

Hidden beneath these layered, colored cloths was the desire for Zorah to be a feminist. She carefully hid a black bra in hopes to burn it at her arranged marriage ceremony. Barefoot professor, not barefoot and pregnant was her secret desire.

The Write Girl said...

Hi Septembermom,

Another amazing short story...you capture so much in few words. Nicely written as always.

Raj said...

Pretty impressive piece here Kelly "The fragile touch of her hand startled the quiet within me. I could not move away from those humble eyes" Many thanks

Jillien said...

wow Kelly. You really know how to connect words with the soul. I could see and feel it all. You are such a talented writer. i'm so glad that I get to read your stuff!!! have a beautiful sunday and awesome week!

Michelle said...

That was definitely a great piece for you to work with. And I love the name Zorah that you chose. She certainly does emanate serenity, doesn't she?

Betty Manousos @ CUT AND DRY said...

Wow, great job, Kelly!
Awesome and powerful descriptive style of writing in only one paragraph!
You're talented!

Hope you're having a nice day!

Big hugs,

B xx

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Fantastic!! You've started quite a story here...I'm ready for more :-)) ~Janine XO

Hyacynth said...

Are you expanding on any of these short fictions? Because so many of them are really so luring. I would love to read some short stories from you, Kelly.