Long Shadows

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : David Stewart.

To continue Iosa’s story…

Long Shadows…

wc: 91

Iosa closed her eyes to the chaos around her and slid down the wall. Inside her mind, she saw her home. The old shed where she’d played house as a child. The nights of ‘camping’ in the yard, filled with ghost stories and roasted marshmallows.

‘On a certain day, at a certain time, when the shadows are just so…’

She could hear her Father’s voice as he told the old story for the millionth time. What she wouldn’t give to hear that story, now. She was so tired, so very tired.

Author: Bear

I'm a crazy old lady who likes to write, art, and create things.

29 thoughts on “Long Shadows”

    1. I started this thread with seeing a late night pbs/bbc show about a society after a solar flare. It was weird and unsettling.. or, maybe, it was just the lateness of the hour….

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