Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s photo prompt is provided by wildverbs. Thank you wildverbs! Please click lil froggy for other stories.
Here is the photo and my entry:
I Always Wear Red
“Is that you, Millie?”
“Yes, Mamma.” I leaned over and brushed my lips against her cheek.
Fading glimmers of late afternoon sun filtered into her room. The walls were a barely blush pink. The window was foggy. Lace panels were flapping.
“Your Daddy just left.”
I sat on the easy chair next to Mamma. It broke my heart to see her this way. Daddy’s been dead 15 years.
Maybe she really knows it’s me. I’m wearing the bright red sweater she gave me long ago.
Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan! Please click lil froggy for other stories.
Here is the photo and my entry for this week.
An Afternoon After School
I was a young girl then.
Each day, after school, I walked to my father’s shoe store and sat in the storage room and did my homework. I dreamed about my future.
The day Father received the red shoes, she appeared. My brothers rushed to serve her and compliment her. All the colors in the room were muted. Even her lovely silk dress and the noise of time passing were muted.
“I will take these red shoes,” the lady said. She kicked up her heel and smiled down at my younger brother.
He offered to box and bag them for her.
“Thank you, but no,” she said. “I want to wear them now. You can send these old shoes to me later.”
I think her lips were red, too. Her skin was like ivory. Her voice soft and sweet – just as I imagined mine would be one day.
Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. Please follow little froggy for more stories.
Here is the photograph and my story:
I’d waited hours for my big sister, Sunshine, to get back from her best friend’s wedding. Anxious moments spent wondering about Rainbow’s wedding dress. There had been rumors of the local flower shops selling out of red roses. All ordered up and delivered to the church.
“So what did she wear?” I asked when my sister finally made it home.
“She wore red.”
“What do you mean she wore red?”
“Red . As red as the front of Mamma’s Restaurant.”
“Oh my goodness! What did Stanley wear?”
“He wore red too!”
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Singledust. Thank ‘s for your photo:)
Here is my submission for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. Click the lil froggy for more stories.
My Dad is dead now but every year, on Valentine’s, he’d send me a card from ‘your secret Valentine’. Here is a tribute to my Dad and to Secret Admirers.
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Dead Leaves On A Red Bench
It’s been a long time
since I’ve visited here
since we placed the bench .
covering the fiery red
but still I think of you
and the cards you sent
by someone secret
who loved me
and I loved you
Sweet Daddy mine.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Ady. Thank you Ady!