After missing out last week due to bad time management, I was determined that I was going to write something for this one. The first line jumped into my head as soon as I saw the picture, but I wasn’t quite expecting it to take the turn it did. I love it when even your own writing surprises you though.
‘Is it colourful outside, Mummy?’
‘Yes, sweetheart, lots of colours.’
‘Tell me.’
‘Well, the sky is bright blue, like your favourite shorts. There are lots of green trees, you wouldn’t have enough crayons to draw them all. And the yellow and pink flowers are waving at us.”
The clouds were actually as dark as could be, promising rain that would batter the flowers and shake the trees.
I looked at my daughter in her hospital bed and the bandages covering her eyes, praying that the operation had been a success.
‘I can see them Mummy! I can see the flowers!’
Word count: 100
The idea for Friday Fictioneers is simple: see the picture, use it as inspiration for a 100-word piece of flash fiction, post it on your blog, share the link over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ website, check out and comment on everyone else’s stories. Easy peasy!
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What a hopeful story, Heather. I, too, love it when my fingers take me to a place I never expected!
Heartbreaking.
There is more to seeing than meets the eyeball
A powerful and life changing moment.
Mother has the power to ease her daughter’s anxiety, and she’s doing it well. A beautiful and touching story.
Your story brings out a wonderful moment of pure joy.
What a beautiful story of hope. I love it too when the stories go to unexpected places. To me, that’s the magic of writing.
Heather, this mother has her daughter’s best interests in mind. Thank goodness the operation worked. Your Muse did good.
what a lovely story on love and hope.
I love this. I’m repeating other comments, but it’s a story of love and hope. Nicely done.
of course, mom is always right. the little girl has something to look forward to when the bandages are off.
Dear Heather,
I find myself hoping the child will see when the bandages come off. Touching story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
What an ordeal for mother and daughter. That final line must be quite a relief.
What a lovely story, full of love and hope.
Oh I love the ending. What a roller-coaster. I feared the worst but thank goodness a smile at the end.