Title: A Storm Named Waterloo
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I cracked an eyelid to face my accuser. One o’clock. I should have been up hours ago, and yet…
The tapping at the window urged me to forsake my warm cocoon. I stumbled across the room and opened the blinds. The day mocked me. Rain splatted on the pane. Foggy condensation distorted my view of the miserable world.
At least it’s not snowing, I sighed.
Minutes ebb into eons, dulling the achingly familiar pain as I tried to reach past the emptiness.
At my end, I abandoned my post and crept to my haven of dark forgetfulness as snowflakes fell.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
Not a great way to start the day, so going back to bed is the best bet…
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Hahaha, You are so right, I hope you have a great day.
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I am going to try, but someone has gifted me a cold and my head is killing me!
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Oh, no. Those kinds of gifts are horrible. I hope you fell better soon.
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Probably see it off over the weekend, then I can get cracking again…
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for sharing, my friend. ❤
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I read this as somebody standing guard duty, not just somebody deciding to have a duvet day. But that’s probably not what you intended
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Neil, I did have something more in mind than a duvet day. I am happy you got more meaning than just the obvious. Thanks for reading. ❤
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Their own personal ‘Waterloo’? Nice description of a lazy ‘snow day’.
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It is snowing here today, Iain. Only 4″ so far, but it is still snowing. ❄🎇❄
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Some days are best spent in bed…
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So true, Tannille. ❤
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It sounds like something tragic has happened to them recently, or maybe they’re suffering from depression.
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You are very astute, Draliman. There is a deeper underlying issue here. Thanks for reading, and commenting.
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This sounds like depression, to me… More than just a crawl back into bed coz it’s raining, day…
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It is a possibility, Dale. They say in the US, two-thirds of all cases of depression are undiagnosed. 🙁
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It still bears a stigma, unfortunately…
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I love how this story could have different interpretations. Nicely done, Jo.
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Thank you, Susan. I am delighted you enjoyed the piece. 🙂
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when what we love becomes our downfall and I am thinking…that’s everything on my list! love the haven of dark forgetfulness.
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Ah, Gina, there comes a time when even the things we love no longer serve who we are. Saying goodbye, so we can be open to new possibilities is a bitter-sweet transition. 💕💕
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I love that! And yes to new possibilities ❤️
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A nice vaca in a sunny location might be just the refuge that could do the trick. I could use one of those right now.
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Spring will be here in 35 days and warm weather won’t be far behind. Not that I am counting or anything. ❤ 🙂
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The miserable weather is making a dark place darker still.
Here’s mine!
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Thank you, Keith.
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Sometimes crawling back into bed is the only sensible thing to do!
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Admitting defeat has its merits. Thanks for reading, Linda.
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