The dreams of Mathew Johnson – Friday Fictioneers.


Through cobwebs of lingering sawdust he saw opportunities gone. Once he had hunger for success, for business innovation, for being an encouraging father and a caring husband. Now it was gone in his daughter’s overdose, the car-wrecking suicide of his drunken wife and the foreclosure of his carpentry business. For the first and last time in his life he lit a cigarette, and dropped it on the sawdust-covered floor. He watched as the tangerine tongues licked the remains of his dreams into charcoal and ash. Mathew Johnson found his last relief in burning gases from his own pyre.

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To this picture copyrighted by Claire Fuller, I once again came back to my dark mode. I’m currently working a few days in California, but will be traveling back tomorrow. I hope to catch up a lot during the weekend.

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers writing fiction on the same picture every week. Rochelle guides us all into this, and every week I fin pleasure in the brilliance of 100 word stories from all over the world.



January 29, 2014

45 responses to “The dreams of Mathew Johnson – Friday Fictioneers.

  1. truly tragic. i love the “tangerine tongues licked the remains of his dreams into charcoal and ash” a beautifully written suicide. :)

  2. “Through cobwebs of lingering sawdust….”
    “the tangerine tongues licked the remains of his dreams into charcoal and ash….”
    Lovely lines, Bjorn, attesting to your poetic nature. Good story as well.

  3. Oh, Bjorn!! So much tragedy! But you do it so well, so I’m not complaining…
    I’m not writing this week, but I’d love it if you’d drop by my blog for a second anyway, I posted a big announcement today

  4. Wow, deep, dark and gloomy…I loved the way you started with his dreams, hopes and aspirations and showed that we need more than those for life to go the way we want…beautiful :)

  5. Wow! How sad that his entire life went up in flames. It was as though someone carelessly tossed a lit match onto a patch of dried grass, which slowly grew into a wild fire. One that even killed firefighters.

  6. “The tangerine tongues licked the remains of his dreams into charcoal and ash. Mathew Johnson found his last relief in burning gases from his own pyre.” Great writing! (Teach me how to do it?)

  7. How much can a person take, how many times can a man get back up again after being knocked back? We all have our limits, we all have the tether’s end that can be surpassed and then find ourselves in a void. Well-written, Bjorn. It makes me ask myself questions about where we derive our strength – from within, or without, and which is stronger…

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