Late in the night, the clouds roared and it started to rain. I saw my parents ran towards the backyard. The birds in their cage were fluttering; together they picked their cage and brought them in.
I was afraid and when my mother tucked me in her blanket, I felt asleep.
The book of life continued to turn its pages and years later my role got changed. It was still raining when I ran to take down clothes from line. Later, while passing by my daughter’s room, I looked inside.
Holding her teddy bear, she was sound asleep.
This post is a response to “Friday Fictioneers”, hosted by ROCHELLEWISOFF.
PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This post is a submission to “Friday Fictioneers” hosted by ROCHELLEWISOFF. The goal is to write a story in 100 words or less.
This weeks photo prompt is provided by Claire Fuller
It’s been an hour that I had been listening to that convulsively sobbing figure.
“Everyone’s trying to deceive me. Why the world is full of ugly people?” she cried
After she stopped wailing, I took a sigh of relief and said, “I know a solution to your problems”.
Rubbing her face with her hands she gave me a quizzical look.
I smiled and moving towards window, I draw the curtains aside. Blackness escaped as the streaks of golden sunshine entered.
“You need to open the rusted doors and let the light come in. Go and take a walk in sunshine.”