Note: As this blog post includes an overview followed by a short story (3,044 words) this is a long read (13-16 minutes). So sit back, relax and read on……..(or run for the hills).
As many of you will know, I want to be a writer, I proclaimed it to the blogging world and my Facebook friends in this post – The write path. Since confessing my dreams, alongside this blog, I have:
Continue reading “A piece of me!”
Meet me at eight, in the garden that does bring,
stories from childhood and memories of Spring
Charlotte read the note again – even though she had instantly known the location.
It was a special place she shared with her Grandmother. How could it be the same – with her gone?
Folding the papyrus paper, she descended the grassy staircase.
She thought of: the teddy bears picnic, looking for fairies, counting stars. All now a distant dream.
Charlotte stood in shock as she entered the clearing. Fairly lights lead the way to the patchwork blanket she'd helped her Grandmother make one year. Her eldest teddy bear placed on it, next to a feast of her favourite picnic food and…………Ben.
On one knee!
He said "I want you to fall in love with this place again.
With you dear Charlotte I feel like a King
So I told your father, you make my heart sing
With that he gave me his sincere blessing
To ask for your hand with your Grandmother’s ring”
I am participating in my first Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a piece between 100 and 150 words (+- 25 words) inspired by the photo featured above.
Word Count: 175
Picture Credit: J.S. Brand
Read the other fantastic entries here