Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge 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.
Image © Dale Rogerson Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Dale’s permission.
He stands by the door looking lost. His knuckles are white from gripping his basket, but his chin is up and he looks everyone in the eye who sneers. Gladioli aren’t edible.
I look at my own basket: green beans, tomatoes, peppers, corn. Someone else found a stash of old potatoes in the rubble and got them to grow, now everyone gets one or two to propagate. Food is what counts here.
Tears blind me as I offer my corn to the boy with the flowers. “Flowers are food for our souls,” I say. “Next year I’ll plant gladioli, too.”
Note: I changed gladiolas to glaioli since that’s obviously what they are called by people, no matter what the dictionary says…
Why is it ‘look them in the eye’ and not ‘eyes?’