Up late; saw this prompt, and had the intro (below) written… pow! Those stories that come to you in minutes. This one was tickling my brain all day, and Roger Bultot’s bright picture of a diner was the final nudge. No doubt, I’ll find the typos later, after I’ve slept.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Festivus, Happy Kwanza or whatever you may or may not celebrate this time of year. I want to stop and say that the Friday Fictioneers is something I look forward to every week. While this year was the first in the 3 I’ve been doing this, that I missed some, I think of it every Wednesday. I look forward to reading the stories and I SO appreciate all of you who read mine. Wishing each of you a happy holiday season and another year of great stories!
If you’d like to participate in Friday Fictioneers, stop by Addicted to Purple with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our fearless and multi-talented leader. Her new book As One Must, One Can has just been released; mazel tov! And congratulations as well to Louise Jensen’s whose first novel The Sister, made Amazon’s top 10, and her second novel, The Gift, has just been released. I’m always with inspiring company, with Friday Fictioneers!
I want to also plug something, as most of you are bloggers. I am hosting the 3rd annual #BloggersUnite for #50HappyThings on my blog, Tales From the Motherland. You may have seen Rochelle’s list, or Louise’s. All are welcome; the instructions are on my post. Last year 74 bloggers joined, and the gratitude grew exponentially. I’d love to see y’all contribute; it lasts until January 3rd.
I apologize for the lengthy intro, but good things beget more good things! As always I welcome honest, constructive feedback.
No Star To Follow
As she stirred the gray water, she glanced at her hungry children. The buses would be ready soon, they were told over and over. It was cold; they were hungry, and still they waited.
She fanned the small flame, hoping the hot broth would warm; knowing it would not nourish.
Two days without shells or guns was a blessing. She said a quiet prayer and called them to eat.
Soon they would gather their things and leave the only home they’d ever known. Hoping for peace, she knew it would be hard. There is never room at the inn.
I realize I started with happy tidings and ended here… but the news is too hard to ignore, as so many celebrate another displaced child, whose mother had nowhere to go. The images, tweets, and stories are a stark reminder that we really should count our own blessings.
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