Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
Aurora gazed out the window, past the delicate dewdrop frozen on the Chrysanthemum, to the ocean. She was writing at her desk, an old corked apothecary jar within reach.
I didn’t choose to be born. I will choose that now and live the mystery of rebirth.
She rose from her desk and headed outside, carrying the jar and her note. Aurora ran until she was breathless.
At the beach, she rolled her note into the apothecary jar and threw the jar into the ocean.
The moon was full, so Aurora danced a little jig back to her cottage.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb