Every Friday authors from around the world gather about the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, all inspired by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by writer and intrepid bargee, Janet M Webb. Thanks, Janet. Here’s the story that Sandra’s photo drew from me:
“How crimson the bud-tips on that young apple.”
“There’s all sorts of new growth in the woods, Eve.”
“Don’t we have a lovely glen, Adam? Look at that pool, it’s molten gold.”
“Better get back, …house needs a ton o’ work. And no tools, ‘less I find some abandoned ones.”
“Let’s gather wood; we need a fire for the soup.”
“Straight after Evensong.”
They joined the others standing hand-in-hand on the riverbank. They silently contemplated the three shopping trolleys,while the birds sang. After a short while they embraced, then dispersed, to continue the work.