Every Friday authors from around the world gather around the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Erin Leary. Thanks, Erin. This is a very beautiful image!
Here’s the story the image has inspired:
Conscious with the sense of having lain watching a sun rising through mists. Cold I saw I was naked amongst bracken. Rising to walk I clothed myself in fern feather twig and herb plucked from the forest floor. Hungry I foraged with other forest creatures. Years passed in deprivation. Came a winter bitterest of all yet I wasn’t cold. My garment had grown dense and long over time each layer reciting in rich or subtle colour a poem of its season. The forest’s food had made me strong and I walked in a song thronged by my forest friends.