Famine #58: Everything Changes

Hi guys, diving right into this week’s Weekend Writing Warriors post from Famine. (The first speaker is Mrs. Henderson, the governess who cares for Bartholomew’s ward, Matilde. The girl is the subject of their conversation.)


ByteStudio Photography; Jacob Cartwright

ByteStudio Photography; Jacob Cartwright

โ€œIt should not surprise you that she has noticed your prevarication and demands an explanation.โ€

Mr. Vernon added, โ€œAvoidance was never a winning strategy, Monsieur.โ€

Bartholomew took a long drag on his cigarette and held the smoke. He studied the black shadows and silver light that filled the yard. They made the familiar seem foreign.

Everything changes. He exhaled. Perhaps even me.


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This post is dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Theodore Ross, who died peacefully last night. He was 101+ years old, sharp as a shard, and always ready with a bright smile, open arms, and a sloppy kiss. I miss you already, Grandpa Ted. Everything changes, indeed.

  • A seemingly minor reflection, yet it bears such significance at the end. Great job. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • daezarkian

    “He studied the black shadows and silver light that filled the yard. They made the familiar seem foreign.” Monica, you are just a wicked wordsmith. Love it!

  • burnsmillie

    Very nice eight. Prayers to you and your family, sounds like you were fortunate to have a wonderful Grandpa.

  • Loved it, the words were amazing! Excellent excerpt…

  • I love the poetic way you phrase this, especially the line about black shadows and silver light. Just beautiful and haunting!

  • Wonder to what extent Matilde will change him.

  • Nice writing! Super 8.

  • So sorry to hear about your grandfather, Monica. Excellent snippet.

  • Hi, Monica,

    Great post as always, but fabulous dedication. Thanks, honey. Love, Mom

  • Nice! “Everything changes. He exhaled. Perhaps even me.” I think there’s some serious foreshadowing there. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Monica, I know you have a tough time ahead of you. I’m only as far away as an email or facebook. You take care of yourself. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • siobhanmuir

    It’s good he has the presence of mind to see that. Nicely done, Monica. ๐Ÿ™‚