Last week I broke with tradition and wrote a story based on my childhood. This week I wrote a fiction piece that is based on a childhood activity. I hope that gazing at clouds searching for something familiar is a tradition known worldwide. From that wide-eye child’s perspective springs this story.
But before we get to that, a few pieces of important business. First, thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to challenge us. Please take a moment to visit Rochelle at her site and take the challenge to write a 100 word micro-story based on the photo prompt. This week Rochelle also provided the beautiful photo.
Next, I encourage you to take some time to visit the link to many other stories based on the prompt. It is always amazing to discover the wide variety of tales based on a single image. Click HERE for this weeks stories.
Now to the heart of the matter, the photo and my story –
The grass prickled at nine-year old Debbie’s bare legs.
“A hippopotamus!” She exclaimed pointing towards a large cloud, laughter bubbling up.
“Your turn, Katie.” Debbie, turned towards her left. The empty space threatened to swallow her whole.
“Katie’s in heaven, playing with the other angels.” Momma had said, her voice like tires rolling over gravel, hesitant, sounding like she was not quite convinced.
For months Debbie’s loneliness sat on her chest like an elephant. Every breathe was a struggle. Now playing her little sister’s favorite game, Debbie squinted, no longer feeling alone she whispered.
“I see you.”
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story.