Jared called it “The Garden of Requirement”, a play off of the Harry Potter books, his favorite reads.
Jenna called it a mess. Jared’s garden was a hodgepodge of broken toilets filled with violets and refrigerators filled with manure and beef steak tomato plants.
He haled it as repurposing. She complained it was just putting other people’s old junk on their lawn, but then the people began to come, just to look at the junk. Jared began to charge a walk-through fee. When Jared bought Jenna her first diamond necklace Jenna began to love the Garden of Requirement.
This is the challenge where flash fiction writers create a 100 word story from a prompt supplied by Rochelle our hostess. Check it out by clicking the link above.
Here is the prompt and my story:
Lost In White
by J. Lillie
Hugh stood with his mother and his mother-in-law in the empty dining room. It was the first day they were actually related and it was the last.
“I blame you.” His mother-in-law said.
“You have got to be kidding!” Hugh’s mother spat out, “Hugh was the one your daughter left at the altar.”
Hugh looked back at the toile-draped arbor, then out through the snow covered windows into the complete white out of the setting night. He didn’t care whose fault it was. He just hoped Karen was OK. Even as that hope dawned, he knew it was false.
It is time once again for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS , the challenge where 100 authors gather to share 100 word stories all from 1 photo prompt. To see all the stories click the underlined link and follow the blue frog. Here is our prompt and my 100 word story.
Photo Prompt by J Hardy Carrol
Behind These Gates
by JE Lillie
I stand on the porch just beyond their reach.
They can sense me. I can sense them.
Another step closer and they could mindswipe me.
Father has trembled the gates. They know one touch would shake them to pieces.
Daddy’s power is highly coveted. So is mine.
Since the Mutant Wars everyone can read minds. Many can mindswipe. A few like Dad have the power to tremble,turning inanimate objects into sonic killing weapons. One in a hundred million can necrotame.
I go back inside. Behind these gates I am safe from becoming their greatest weapon.
I haven’t been able to come out and play with authors of Friday Fictioneers for the last few months. Today though I find myself with a wee bit of spare time so I thought I would share 100 words or so on Rochelle’s weekly photo prompt post.
I have been able to write for Fictioneers three weeks in a row. To many of you that might seem like a small thing but to me it means I am making major progress in my goals towards changing around how I schedule my life. I like it!
Well anyway it is time once again to join about 100 authors to create a 100 word story from 1 photo prompt. To see all 100-ish stories go to ROCHELLE’S PAGE HERE.