The Nature Of Knowing – Fiction

Time for this week’s challenge over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to PJ  for hosting our challenge. 

Here is the photo and my story.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

The Nature Of Knowing

Every Spring, when I was growing up, Mr. Devereux would come spend time in our neighborhood. He owned an old duplex down the block. Potted plants hung all round the veranda where purple martens nested. Sweet scents of blooming trees drifted from his garden.

Spring is best to come visit,” he’d say to me, “before the heavy humid air suffocates one’s soul.”

Mr. Devereux was some famous screen writer out in Hollywood. He’d always bring his black Lab, Noir. I anticipated Spring more than some do Christmas. Noir gave the best hello smoochies, and Mr. Devereux read and critiqued every story I’d written since his last visit.

Try not to bother Mr. Devereux, sweetie,” Mother would tell me.

Mother hadn’t a clue about such things as writing and artists. I’d shake my head and ‘tsk’ in her direction.

He’s come to rest. He doesn’t have an easy job, you know.”


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.

4 thoughts on “The Nature Of Knowing – Fiction

  1. I liked the descriptions here a lot. I could easily put myself in the story by the expression: “Sweet scents of blooming trees drifted from his garden.” Great line and job.


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