I
wrote this flash fiction with the wrong prompt. One word makes a big
difference! I thought the prompt was “phone” instead of “photos.” Here’s the
prompt: The old photos made her conscious of her age, of how much time had
passed. After you read this flash fiction, read the next one with the word “photos”
instead of “phone.”
The deadbolt slid in the lock as she
turned the key. The door creaked open. Edith took a deep breath before stepping
inside. The living room hadn’t changed. The spinet piano, the flower-print
couch, the maple coffee table looked the same. Her husband’s recliner stood in
the corner. The chair where he’d died eleven years ago. She walked into the
kitchen. A wall phone still hung by the fridge. The old phone made her
conscious of her age, of how much time had passed. Her cell phone buzzed. It
was her daughter. “Are you okay, Mom?”
”Yes, I’ve come home.”
Now
let’s see what the others wrote:
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