Genre: Fiction, Words: 100
“Give me a second”, I said to my husband, who was in a hurry to leave.
I wasn’t. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the ol’ gal and moving to the city. I couldn’t imagine not seeing her every morning as I sat in my front yard with my coffee in hand.
My daughter, now 8 years old, had already climbed it a million times. She had learned the seasons by its leaves.
This tree was a part of our home. Now she will simply be a memory, a photograph.
“Let me take a picture, first”, I told him.
This is for the Friday Fiction prompts over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ lovely blog. Over a 100 people participate weekly and it’s a treat to see the different ideas that emerge from a single photograph. The rules are simple, keep it within a 100 words (although no one would be ostracized for going over or under the word count).
The key is to make every word count.
This is my first entry for Friday Fictioneers!
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my contribution. You are encouraged to leave behind your thoughts or feedback should you have any. Here are the other entries for this week.