It’s time for a new prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, which is graciously provided by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Out of Ruins
Dark. Light. Dark.
The leafless trees create a pattern of stripes, they are like cheerless fences in a wasted landscape.
Once stripes spoke of life: the vibrant black and white of zebras, the mysterious light and shadow of tigers. Do I even remember what they looked like?
Ruins are everywhere: dead trees, dilapidated houses, drained people with eyes like broken windows. But it’s not death that makes us empty; it’s the lack of dreams.
I pick up some soil and smell it. It holds a promise. I shall plant seeds and water them with my tears. Let there be hope.
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