I’ve cought a bug of some kind and have been kind of brain-dead over our long weekend here. That’s why I haven’t read and reviewed many stories. I’m very sorry, will try to catch up.
This week seems to have been the week of re-blogging for me. What a good thing that it is Wednesday and time again for a new drabble for the Friday Fictioneers. This pushes me into actually writing something, and not just telling you about things I read elsewhere.
The prompt, as always, is provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to write a complete story in 100 words or less with beginning, middle, and end. You can read all the stories by clicking the frog. Please show your appreciation by liking, or commenting. And if you want to join the fun, everyone is welcome.
Singing The Blues
The berries peek through the foliage in a rich, deep blue. They’re as blue as your gap-toothed smile was when we stuffed ourselves with blueberries. We were children together. We survived the war. You loved me.
Did you know that some sunsets on Mars are blue? Other planets, space travel, the stars–your enthusiasm for everything space-related was so contagious, it’s become one of my interests, too. We were adults together. We spent a lifetime together. Now you left me.
I’m all alone, and my mood is blue. The raindrops on the leaves glisten like my tears. Wait for me.