Longing

photo credit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

photo credit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Joanna was bored.  Stuck inside a third floor efficiency, she longed to be outside where the air was fresh and crisp.  Inside, Grandfather smoked his pipe, Grandmother slept upright in her chair, and with her nose glued to the grimy window, Joanna sighed.

Even if she could get outside, the neighborhood was all asphalt and brick, automobiles and trucks, train whistles and interstate highway buzzing. It was not much better than being cooped up indoors with stale air and old people.

So Joanna retreated to her tiny bedroom, covered her face with her mom’s old hanky, and dreamed.

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Thanks for Rochelle for hosting another week of Friday Fictioneers.   Read more and check out her page here:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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13 Responses to Longing

  1. Margaret says:

    Oh the poor girl. Her world feels so claustrophobic, and to think her only escape is under an old hankie. Good story.

  2. well, there’s always sleep as an alternative to reality…
    Randy

  3. a story so well described…love it!

  4. Dee says:

    Oh I do hope poor Joanna escapes the boredom and finds happiness.

  5. gahlearner says:

    This is so well described, it wakes up childhood memories of being stuck in a boring place with boring people, whether permanent or temporary. Good thing she knows how to dream.

  6. One day she’ll find a world beyond the window, a world without trucks trains and noise. Hopefully.

    Rosey Pinkerton’s blog

  7. micklively says:

    Like a cat on a hot tin roof. I can feel the ennui. Well done.

  8. Dear Ruth,

    You had me wanting to rescue poor little Joanna. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  9. There’s nothing like a restricted suffocating environment to activate a kid’s imagination

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