A Time for Celebration

Friday Fictioneers for April 11.

The challenge: Write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt.

Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create.

My piece weighs in this week at 99 words.

Copyright dlovering

Copyright dlovering


The faded garland that adorns the village square reminds me of flamenco dancers. Like our Andalusian ancestors, we survivors now live in the holes Mother Nature carved into the side of our mountain. It’s safer there, hidden from the metal birds that patrol the skies, waiting to snuff us out.

Hearing the roar of a plane above my  head, I flatten against the crumbling village church. The coast clears. I scramble over rubble to the ruins of my childhood home. Inside, I find Mother’s colorful dress. I stuff it into my knapsack and look forward to the evening’s entertainment.