Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.
This week’s photo: Copyright: Sean Fallon
And now my 100 word story:
I came home from work early and found my ex-boyfriend getting high in our living room. I was furious and threatened to leave but instead he talked me into joining him.
My first high was exhilarating and we followed it with the most amazing sex of my life. We alternated between smoking crack and having sex all weekend. Then we slept for 12 hours and woke up ravenous. Three days later I craved more and my boyfriend was happy to oblige.
He left me last year when we lost our place. I’m lonely sometimes but I am never alone.
The Day After 
I really like your last sentence, although in a FF story, it makes me think she might have offed him and has some sort of remains hanging around. Ahh, the suspicious mind of a Fictioneer. However, in my life, I would switch that around and say (with a few exceptions): I’m alone sometimes, but I’m never lonely.
janet
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And I am alone quite often but never lonely. Thanks for stopping by Janet. I’m looking forward to a post of your great adventure with Rochelle and Russel. Will you be doing one?
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I guess I really should, Dawn. Thanks for the reminder.
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That’s a pretty good picture of the truth. Scary!
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Its just that easy. And that scary!
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This sounds like the beginnings of a downward spiral.
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Unfortunately, eh?
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I like the story but I don’t quite get the ending. Perhaps it needs to be a bit more clear without tipping it?
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I thought perhaps it could be looked at two ways. First she has rhe mannequin to keep her company and second she’ s a crack whore.
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Fantastic! The ups and downs of sex, drugs…and breakups. Real life come to literary land…
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Thank you mamma.
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Aloha, girlfriend!
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the real life nightmares…makes me shudder to think about how many people fell into the same trap and are currently living the same story.well done
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It is sad, isn’t it. Thanks for commenting kz.
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The perpetual search for the next high, shame the house funded these expeditions. It’s hard running on empty.
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From what I have seen, very hard.
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He left to become mayor of Toronto…..
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Oh my…;)
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Crazy scary post, Dawn. It’s such a wicked, slippery slope. Nice job.
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Thanks Dawn
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Such a sad but often true story, Dawn.
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Thanks Karen. In my mind that’s the way I believe it could happen.
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A sad one this week, but with a ring of truth to it. That’s the way it starts, I guess. Well done.
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Thanks Sandra.
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Dear Dawn,
Sounds to me like the drugs became more important than the boyfriend. You may tell me if I’m totally off base. In any case, a story that drew me in and held me to the end. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The drugs became more important than anything.
Thanks, as always for taking the time Rochelle.
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I think that’s the way it starts – and unfortunately ends – for a lot of people. A warm slice of life served with a harsh dose of reality. Good writing, Dawn.
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Thank you Russell.
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An honest look at what happens. Good take, your life does go to pieces.
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Unfortunately I have seen things like this.
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Would love to hear more from this character though what’s left unsaid makes it incredibly powerful.
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Yes, we can only pray for her and the millions she represents.
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I love Ted’s comment. A poignant tale, Dawn – maybe one day there’ll be an update and we’ll find out someone ‘saved’ her (me being an eternal optimist, and all…)
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I’m the same way Joanna. I agree “these people” most often need a hand up but first they must have summon their own strength of character to grab hold.
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You packed in a whole lot here: anger to euphoria to emptiness. That drug- and sex-fueled wild second paragraph was a rush, then the opposite in the last paragraph. I wondered if she had killed him, but then re-read that paragraph and saw that he had left. Then I wondered if she was telling the words of the last sentence to herself to feel better after losing a boyfriend and becoming an addict.
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Could be, could be Zooky; very intuitive.
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This is so stark and sad… drugs becoming the center of your life. Wonder if she’ll ever come to her senses,,,
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And there it is in a nut shell “Come to her senses”.
Good observation.
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Hi Dawn,
Good downward spiral story. I like the many applications of crack, the drug, the cracks in the mannequin, cracks in their relationship, and lots of cracks from readers! Ron
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Haha Ron; you crack me up! 😉
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Powerful stuff here, Dawn.
Well written story.
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Thank you.
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Dear Dawn,
You tap the inkwell of life for stories of pure beauty and truth. Don’t ever forget these little moments of masterpiece, Well don.
Aloha,
Doug
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Wow, what an awesome comment. No need to get me anything for Christmas. Thank you 🙂
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I could see this happening, sadly. Nicely done.
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