19 May: A Six – The Book of 27

6 of 27: Solacewrought – a Colour of Kindness That Asks for Nothing
ai art. two woman and a man sitting at a cafe counter in the style of Hopper's Nighthawk.
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6 of 27: Solacewrought – Kindness That Asks for Nothing


She stirs the lemonade with her straw like it might unlock something, and when she’s asked how she is—not her husband, not his cancer, but her—she stares at the glass like it just whispered her name.

Felreil sits two tables away, unnoted but listening, as she lets out a strangled laugh—sharp, dry, nearly a cough—and says she’d rather kill herself than sit in a room full of old people waiting to die; her friend, without flinching, simply replies, “Don’t slit your wrists; the aftermath is unkind to whoever finds you.”

The waitress arrives just then, and she thanks her with a voice so light you’d never know it was holding the weight of five months of vomit, blood tests, silence, and sleepless nights at the edge of his hospital bed.

There’s a moment—a blue-eyed pause—where she looks across the table, not like she’s been saved, but like someone has held the corner of the weight long enough for her to shift it.

Felreil watches the condensation trail down her glass like a wick melting; he doesn’t smile, but he bows his head—because this is kindness that never says “I understand,” only “I’ll sit with you anyway.”

And when the bill comes, and she laughs again—real this time—Solacewrought is already gone: barefoot, unseen, but still carved into the ice.


The long-form liturgy poem for this Colour is here: Read (the liturgy is a stream-of-consciousness poem. If you haven’t read the brief Prologue (or Before) post, it be useful in understanding this series.

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Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story including the word “bed”.  Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.

20 responses to “19 May: A Six – The Book of 27”

    1. Aye, breathing space — could a song possibly be any better suited to this piece … I don’t think so. It’s perfect. Thank you.

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  1. I think I prefer the one that might never understand but chose to sit with me anyway.

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  2. this is kindness that never says “I understand,” only “I’ll sit with you anyway.”

    That’s solace. And the friend that asks after her well being, not for an update on her husband.

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    1. Yes, that is Solace. Thank you so very much for your lovely comment, D.

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  3. “… her friend, without flinching, simply replies, “Don’t slit your wrists; the aftermath is unkind to whoever finds you.”

    That is the kind of friend needed under circumstances experienced by your MC. Acknowledging life can be cruel, unfair and difficult enough to jettison people into the arms of despair, and still she spares the candy coating.

    Sometimes all it takes is a simple gesture to hold “the corner of the weight long enough…”

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    1. Thank you so much, Denise, for that lovely comment. Truly, Thanks.

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  4. Excellent advice from her friend: “Don’t slit your wrists; the aftermath is unkind to whoever finds you.”

    If anyone is ill in your family, be healed.

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    1. Thank you, Frank.

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  5. Too close for comfort, I would say. But so interesting though.

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    1. Then it succeeded. 🤗 Giving a moment or an emotion a name can feel like that.

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  6. (love the Hopper homage)

    There are places (in Life) where there is room for only one. (Not for nothin’ but one of the few things the catholics got right is the darkened confessional with a wood-grate that would allow only words, not judgement to pass)

    good Six, yo

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    1. My sons are both Catholic—fulfilled a promise we made to the catholic-run orphanage from where we adopted them. They both married Catholic girls. My grandchildren are all Catholic. The whole lot of them seem happy with their choices, which is all I could ever hope for.

      Glad you liked this one, and thanks for reading and leaving me such a lovely comment.

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  7. the real laughs have the absolute best rings to them. ❤

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  8. As the little boy said, “I just helped him cry.” That’s the real help.

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    1. I really like that, Mimi. ❤️

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  9. thats quite a scene you’ve created with words…loved it…

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    1. thank you so much!

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