In Time

This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for January 16. The challenge is to 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. The photo prompt this week comes from Jan Fields, husband of our fearless leader, Rochelle.  My piece this week weighs in at exactly 100 words.

Copyright Jan Fields

Copyright Jan Fields

In Time

For 35 years, Margaret laid an extra place for dinner. She began the habit the night Timothy left. Her husband didn’t approve. “He’s our son,” Margaret argued. “He will always be welcome.”

When she found him standing in the dining room after 35 years, tears threatened to drown her voice. “Timothy, how did you get in? I didn’t hear the bell.”

“Through the window, Grandma.” He pointed toward drapes that had been recently disturbed.

“You’re his—“

“—son. Dad died last year, wanting to come home. He couldn’t find the courage. I promised I would come and tell you.”

Tree of Life

Friday Fictioneers for March 28.

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 96 words.

 

Copyright John Nixon

Copyright John Nixon

 

Tree of Life

Abigail found solace in the limbs of the olive tree. It became an audience for her deepest ponderings. As her grieving father became more distant, Abigail and the tree became closer. She used to wonder if this were the same olive tree that gave hope to Noah after the Great Flood.

Abigail absently caresses the branches of her tree. A pang across her midsection yanks her from reverie. She catches her breath, leans against the tree for support. She wonders if it will be a father to her child as it was a mother to her.