I am making another effort for the Friday Fictioneers… which, thanks to the patient assistance of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the creator of FF, and Amy over at The Bumble Files, I think I finally understand. The photo prompt comes out on Wednesday, and then contributors “write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)”
When I saw this photo, I immediately thought of the events of 9/11, as the prompt came out on the anniversary. It is also the High Holidays, in the Jewish religion, and I thought of all the immigrants that came to America, greeted by Lady Liberty. From those two thoughts, came this story… at 105 words. The story started at 138 words, and try as I did, I could not cut it down any more. Please feel free to leave feedback.
Never one to stand on circumstance, Sam held the smooth ceramic jar in his hand. The cool weight struck him— so many memories, and history, a lifetime of complexity and grace, contained within a single jar.
The sun on the water danced and shimmered— a million sparkles against a hazy sky. His sisters watched as Sam carefully removed the lid, stepped to the side of the boat, and tipped the jar.
“She survived the Holocaust, and arrived with only her dreams. Today we say goodbye where those dreams began. We love you Mom.”
Her ashes caught the breeze and then settled on the brilliant water.