I’m a little rusty after being away so long, but I hope to shake it off soon. One way to do that: Friday Fictioneers! Every week Rochelle posts a picture for inspiration and a bunch of talented writers tell a 100 word story about it based on what they see. The photo below, a very beautiful picture, is from Roger Bultot. My story follows and I hope you enjoy.
I glance over at my son, so lost and alone. Guilt lashes me as I’m the reason for his loneliness, but maybe I can fix that. “You remember what I told you about Essence? Watch.”
I stand at the foot of the staircase and push the button on a silver device the size of a paperback. Pinpoints of light burst into being above where we saw her last. “She’s not gone, just organized…differently.”
“She’s pretty.” Tears streak a face too young to hold so much pain. “She was prettier before.”
I hold him close, my tears mingling with his. “I agree.”
Word count: 103
My inspiration came from a recent loss of a friend and something another friend sent me to help me through:
Thank you for this, AT and thanks to all my friends for coming together.
I love you all.