PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“What is it?” mom asked.
“Mom, there is something wrong with the Birch tree!”
“Oh no, what’s wrong with it?” Mom comes over and looks out the window with her daughter and sees clear liquid dripping from the bare branches and grins.
Seeing no humor in the situation, Dalyn starts to tear up. The tree was oozing from every twig.
Wiping a tear away from her daughter’s cheek she says, “There is nothing wrong with your tree sweetheart. That is what it does when it is sad. It misses the warm summer weather. All will be well in the spring.”
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers December 6, 2017 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link below to give it a try!!
Sounds of the machines can still be heard if you listen closely in the silence of the tomb-like workshop. Not far in the past, a bustling area used to cut wood for a local lumber yard. Men counting inches and measuring pine, oak and maple to be used in construction of houses and local projects. Then came that day; a worker went outside for a smoke, only to return and find the entire shop abandoned. Everyone was gone and the machines were quiet. They had simply vanished and no one ever saw them again. Dust was in the air…….
My entry this week for Friday Fictioners with our wonderful host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I love this challenge because it stimulates me to write something from someone else’s prompt. If you are so inclined to check it out yourself. Follow the link below! Have an awesome day my peeps! 🙂
My dad 🙂
The first time I saw my dad I was eight years old. He was warm and he was kind. I did not know what to think when I saw his eyes fill with tears. Why was he sad?
I was very young when I met my dad for the first time. I did not know he existed until I was seven years old. Very long story there…. But I remember the look on his face very vividly. All he could do was stare at me. He never really cried but I remember the tears sitting right on the edge of his lashes but they never fell. Today we have a wonderful relationship and I am glad he is still part of my life! 🙂
My friend Al is at it again with a new writing challenge. So I have done a little soul searching and put in my addition.
Now this week’s Trifextra challenge. This week we are asking you to count syllables. And words. It’s a lot of math for those of us who might be more accustomed to dealing with words, but we’re confident you can pull it off.
We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:
The first time I saw. . .
Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each. We’re going low-brow on your this week. Or not. To clarify, we are giving you 5 words. We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38.