Friday Fictioneers 20.2.13

I am determined to get my submission in on time this week – I’ve been up since 7 a.m.!


Hope is a white fence smiling, the overgrown path, opportunity, and the tumbledown wreck of a house, a life waiting to be rebuilt.

Eva loosens the scarf about her neck, noose-like after the long drive, and she blends a tear into her foundation once more, but this time she has external reasons, not internal ones, for its presence and it feels good. The air doesn’t clog her thoughts with memory, only possibility, and that feeling is heightened in only the way a mother can feel, by the stirring of her best hope yet in the back of the car.

“Are we there yet?”


36 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers 20.2.13

  1. I love your opening. So very pretty.

    Further down, it might work better to say, “heightened in the way only a mother can feel,” (meaning no one else can feel this) vs. “heightened only in the way a mother can feel” (nothing else heightens this hope).

    A very sweet, promising piece.

  2. This is a beautiful, metaphorical story.
    Very positive and full of promises – that’s how life should be taken.
    Your early morning efforts paid off well! 🙂

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