Every Friday writers worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. You don’t have to write to read. Click on the blue frog at the end of my story to access all the other stories written to this week’s prompt. Readers’ comments are welcome.
This week’s photo prompt is courtesy Rochelle Wisoff Thanks, Rochelle. Here’s the (111-word) story your photo inspired:
The Shadowfall Quilt
She’d stitched many quilts. They’d gone to the four corners. She needed now to put away her needles and decided on one final quilt, to represent her life.
In her quilting chair on the veranda, she dreamt. The house across the way was staring at her. From its long black door, a voice said, “the sun never knew how wonderful it was until it fell on the wall of a building.”
When she awoke, the sun had cast a shadow of the railings – a row of shimmering diamonds. She patched the shadow into her quilt and into the diamonds stitched tales of times when her shadow fell upon a wall.
P S I didn’t make the 100 word limit with this one, but doesn’t my 111 look like those veranda railings? Or maybe, three quilting needles?
“The sun never knew how wonderful it was until it fell on the wall of a building,” is a quote by American architect Louis Kahn (Itze-Leib (Leiser-Itze) Schmuilowsky) and appears in Jun’ichirō Tanizaki‘s essay on aesthetics, In Praise of Shadows.