She Lit Up My Life

October 12, 2016 at 11:08 am 34 comments

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 14 October 2016

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Ella welcomed me into the neighborhood. She helped me deal with kids who made fun of my foreign accent and called me names.

It all kind went from there. We became fast friends.

Ella was spontaneous and fun. She lit up the world with her presence.

One late afternoon, an elderly neighbor lost control of his car and hit her head on while skateboarding.

If she came out of the coma, the doctor said, she’d be an invalid. I was sure she’d prove him wrong. She was a fighter.

When the news of her passing broke, the whole community mourned.

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34 Comments Add your own

  • 1. FabricatingFiction  |  October 12, 2016 at 11:38 am

    Oh no! Poor Ella.

    Reply
    • 2. plaridel  |  October 12, 2016 at 2:55 pm

      louise:

      i know. 😦

      Reply
  • 3. Indira  |  October 12, 2016 at 3:46 pm

    Remarkable Ella. Sad end. 😦

    Reply
    • 4. plaridel  |  October 13, 2016 at 4:56 pm

      indira:

      if anythng, her memory would live on.

      Reply
      • 5. Indira  |  October 13, 2016 at 9:11 pm

        That’s a positive point.

        Reply
        • 6. plaridel  |  October 14, 2016 at 1:55 pm

          indira:

          thank you.

          Reply
  • 7. michael1148humphris  |  October 12, 2016 at 4:12 pm

    Fate played a cruel game here it seems

    Reply
    • 8. plaridel  |  October 13, 2016 at 4:55 pm

      michael:

      sometimes it does.

      Reply
  • 9. Rupali  |  October 13, 2016 at 1:10 am

    Sad!

    Reply
    • 10. plaridel  |  October 13, 2016 at 4:55 pm

      rupali:

      i agree.

      Reply
  • 11. creatingahome  |  October 13, 2016 at 2:25 am

    This is just sad!
    I willed her back to life but alas!

    Reply
    • 12. plaridel  |  October 13, 2016 at 4:55 pm

      creatingahome:

      she didn’t give up until the end.

      Reply
  • 13. Ann GrubbsnCritters  |  October 13, 2016 at 2:31 am

    😦 Poor Ella! I’m sure she’ll be missed.

    Reply
    • 14. plaridel  |  October 13, 2016 at 4:54 pm

      ann:

      she was one of a kind.

      Reply
  • 15. draliman  |  October 13, 2016 at 5:02 am

    Very sad.

    Reply
    • 16. plaridel  |  October 13, 2016 at 4:54 pm

      draliman:

      i know.

      Reply
  • 17. rgayer55  |  October 14, 2016 at 3:37 am

    How tragic. But at least she left a great legacy and didn’t wind up as a vegetable in a nursing home for twenty years before she died. That would have been even worse.

    Reply
    • 18. plaridel  |  October 14, 2016 at 1:55 pm

      russell:

      i agree totally.

      Reply
  • 19. rochellewisoff  |  October 14, 2016 at 4:12 am

    Dear Plaridel,

    What a tragic story. Like Russell said, at least she didn’t hang on for years as a vegetable. Well constructed story that goes straight to the heart.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    Reply
    • 20. plaridel  |  October 14, 2016 at 1:55 pm

      rochelle:

      sadly, death was preferable under the circumstances.

      Reply
  • 21. Zee  |  October 14, 2016 at 11:27 am

    Oh gosh, what a sad sad day 😞

    Reply
    • 22. plaridel  |  October 14, 2016 at 1:54 pm

      zee:

      that’s life! 😦

      Reply
  • 23. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)  |  October 14, 2016 at 12:58 pm

    How devastating.. she sounds like she was one of those that made the sun go up.

    Reply
    • 24. plaridel  |  October 14, 2016 at 1:54 pm

      björn:

      she was. indeed. in her short life, she made the world a better place.

      Reply
  • 25. The Writer's Village  |  October 15, 2016 at 5:31 am

    A terrible loss.
    Are the kids back making to fun of your accent again?
    Randy

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    • 26. plaridel  |  October 18, 2016 at 11:12 am

      randy:

      he has outgrown it. 🙂

      Reply
  • 27. Inside the Mind of Isadora  |  October 15, 2016 at 1:52 pm

    Ahhh … it so sad to lose a supportive friend. I like the story but not the sad ending. However, it is life. Nicely done …
    Isadora 😎

    Reply
    • 28. plaridel  |  October 18, 2016 at 11:12 am

      isadora:

      thank you for reading. your comment is deeply appreciated.

      Reply
  • 31. gahlearner  |  October 17, 2016 at 9:48 am

    This is so sad, but you describe her so vividly. An exceptional person, gone too soon.

    Reply
    • 32. plaridel  |  October 18, 2016 at 11:10 am

      gahlearner:

      thank you for reading. i really appreciate it.

      Reply
  • 33. patriciaruthsusan  |  October 18, 2016 at 8:29 am

    It’s always hard to lose a friend, especially at a young age. They will always live on in our memory. If we write, we can write a memoir or use some memory of them in a story. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • 34. plaridel  |  October 18, 2016 at 11:10 am

      suzanne:

      i totally agree.

      Reply

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