Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!
The life I left was in flames. Our war waged behind closed doors with cuts and bruises concealed with clothing and makeup, stories and lies. Once I was defeated he took us farther south, and we left Atlanta in ruins with the black smoke following. Then, in the first moment he let down his guard, I ran five states north. There I remained for two years, until the fires crested and crashed, then I returned to Atlanta as one returns home after the smoldering fires, having nothing left to burn, have smothered themselves and the only choice is to rebuild.
100 words. Narrative nonfiction. This is an adapted excerpt of a longer piece I recently submitted for consideration for publication (Wish me luck!). I knew this piece would fit very well with the photograph, but choosing only 100 of the 875 words was a tough one. I hope I’ve captured the essence of the fire metaphor portion of the story. Should it be published, I’ll share the link here. Should I receive a rejection letter, I’ll post the story in full here.
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What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in!
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