It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. This is the challenge where about 100 authors share 100 stories in 100 words all concerning 1 picture chosen by our hostess Rochelle.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman
I am writing this story off of my first reaction to the picture. At first I saw the swatches of fabric to the right of the lights as fresh dipped candles hanging and drying.
by JE Lillie
We walked hand in hand down to the boat house. I could see the candles flickering in the windows.
I reminisced about my father lighting candles in a blackout, telling ghost stories until midnight.
Grampa’s lantern with it’s little candle shone into the dark joy of many a family camping trip.
My father had proposed to my mother by candle light.
As I opened the door to the boathouse I thought how perfect it all was.
Then she said, “It’s so dark in here. Can’t we turn on the lights?”
I let go of the little black box in my pocket, “Sure.”
The lights clicked on.