Yep, I’m still flashing, still driven by the need to concoct tiny little stories only 99 words long which usually stay hidden from here, visible only to Charli Mills‘ followers. For their eyes only.
But this week, for some reason, I really like my small concoction. I was grinning as I wrote it and still beaming when I read it. Where it originated is anyone’s guess. I’m betting on an unusually cloudless walk home from work last week. A quick stop on the bridge to admire the sliver of a smile which was the moon that night. The perfectly formed crescent, sharing its light with the river running below my feet, took me to another time, another country, another human’s dream.
So this is what I came up with for last week’s challenge:
March 22, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the theme “follow your dreams.”
Its silver beams had lit up his room in Wapakoneta for as long as he could remember.
First crossing his small wooden crib, they now wandered over the checkered quilt made especially for his new Big Boy bed.
He was intrigued by the sphere, struck by its capacity to change shape every single night.
He wouldn’t close his eyes until he had gazed at it long enough for the shadowy patterns to imprint themselves on his young, bright brain.
“Come on, honey. It’s time for bed. Stop looking at the moon now. You know you’ll never go there, Neil.”
Voili, voilà, as we say here. That young man certainly followed his dreams. A lesson for us all perhaps…🌙
Awww great story, Juliet… so very well penned! You sure can be proud of it! 🙂 xx
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Thanks, Cyranny! 😀
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Interesting and inspiring. 👍😊
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Well done little sister 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 😍😘
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