Fits and starts– that’s what seems to be at the heart of my writing right now. Stuck, unstuck, stuck.
But each week, Friday Fictioneers pulls me out of my rut and hands me an option. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields does an epic job of herding this group. If you’d like to join us, check out her blog Addicted to Purple, where you can join in or read the 100+ stories (this week, I’m 107!) that are contributed each week.
As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback; please leave a comment!
The Shade of Our Years (98 words)
When I was young, the green– oh the green! It lit the world with possibility and hope.
We lay for hours upon the green, breathing in its freshness and beauty.
We made love on the green.
I read to you; you read to me,
On the green–
surrounded by a universe of plenty.
Clover was our blanket– the pot of gold within our reach.
Now, in the twilight of our years, green covers those memories and buries our love– in layers of green decay.
What is left, lies beneath the green, aching for light…
and a new color.
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