February 9, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a rainbow in a puddle. Is it a silver lining of sorts or a false reflection? Think about what it might mean or convey. Simple science? Hope? Or the doom of humankind? Create action or character reflection. Go where the prompt leads you.
Respond by February 14, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published February 15). Rules are here. All writers are welcome! Press to join in🔜here🔙
Sandy, her boots splashed, hat pulled low, frowning with lips pursed, determinedly marched on. “Keep walking the same path Sand; (she heard in her head) you’ll fall down the same hole”. “Okay dad enough!” She roared wiping her face “Avoid the wood; you’ll miss the trees”. ” just leap shall”? She cried. Jumping she landed smack in the puddle, hiccoughed as tears cleaned mud from her cheeks.
Robert on seeing her, threw a leg over the stile and ran. “Don’t tell me … there was a rainbow at the bottom.” He smiled, his strong arms gathered her and Sandy saw the rainbow.
Thank you Charlie Mills, Cheesy … maybe but today is Valentines.
Did you see the rainbow? Where was yours? Answers welcomed and responded to with relish.
Emmeline took Earnest‘s hand and with a gentle tug she walked him into the surf. Holding his arm aloft as if in dance. His face lit up, his nose twitched as he inhaled great nostrils of sea air. Each step he took brought a new experience. Each Gull he heard was to him an orchestra and so animated was he that Emmeline could hear it too. Earnest was lost for words his senses were full to bursting, the feel of sand betwixt his toes; the exhilaration of salt spray lashing his cheeks, his ears so attuned to the mighty oceans roar; he trembled.
Emmeline smiled, a tear joined the spray upon her lashes, and she knew it was worth the ruined shoes and sodden hem to see his face. Earnest threw wide his arms, ripped the fastenings from his great coat and cried. “As God be my judge, I am humbled to be a blind man, for never could a sighted man see more than I this day”.
Emeline’s adventure paid off for once, her forwardness was not out of place. Together they would grow old knowing there was nothing that Earnest couldn’t see… including the beauty of Emmeline.
We are using one of Ilja Repin’s paintings. This is my response to the prompt, press Jane Dougherty to join in, connect with many great blogs and read some super stories.
How did I do? Did you believe in Emmelines story? Leave me a note I will respond soonest; once I’ve changed from my wet shoes *wink wink*.
I spotted a challenge on Charli Mills site press Here to see.
The challenge to write ninety nine words exactly, in the format of flash fiction on the word Gallop or galloping. This may not be what was expected but anyone who knows me I often make the box rather than think outside It.
A Gallop Was Heard.
Laying here,with my ear pressed to the earth I hear the drum of galloping, hooves pounding so loud with speed as they approach. Sweat breaks my brow as a cold clamminess envelops me.
I lay paralysed, wondering when hooves full of energy will arrive to trample and break my weary body, the one that chose this spot to fall, this sod to pillow my head amongst the grass. As the galloping gets louder and my body refuses to move I in that moment realise the sound is inside my head, as my heart reaches its last finishing post.
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