Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #9.
Today I’m featuring entry 8) contributed by Miriam Hurdle
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.
Here is the image prompt.
Contribution 8) By Miriam Hurdle
“No, I can’t do it. I’m afraid of heights.” Michelle shook her head, looking at the bridge.
“Don’t worry. Hold my hand. I’ll just be one step ahead of you.” Michael took the first step onto the bridge. Michelle followed.
“But, but… the bridge is bouncing and wobbling.”
“Let’s go slowly. We’ll take one step and stay still until the bridge stops moving, then take another step.”
“I’ll try. Just take slight steps. I can’t go fast.”
“I know. I won’t go any faster than you want to.”
“My arms and legs are tingling.”
“Okay, let’s stop for a minute. Now just look straight at the treehouse. Don’t look below the bridge or even at your feet.”
“Okay, let me close my eyes and think of something else.”
“Good. When you’re ready, open your eyes and just look at the tree house and follow my steps.”
“My legs feel better now. The treehouse has a balcony with patio chairs.”
“Yes, now hold on to the door and step into the house.”
“Phew! I did it.”
“Let’s grab a couple cans of iced tea from the personal refrigerator and sit on the balcony.”
“How did you find this treehouse?”
“Well, that’s a lengthy story. I haven’t told you about that yet. See, my mom died of cancer when I was nine years old.”
“Sorry to hear that. You told me she died when you were young.”
“Yeah, it was hard for me to talk about it. After she died, I didn’t talk for a long time. I stayed in my room mostly when I was home from school. My dad tried to talk to me, but I just didn’t say anything to him. He read me bedtime stories every night. One night he read a book about a treehouse.”
“Was it this treehouse?”
“No, a smaller treehouse in a boy’s backyard. I was curious. I asked dad if we could build one. I wanted to go to the treehouse and stay in it by myself.”
“What did your dad say?”
“He said our trees in the backyard were not tall enough for building a treehouse.”
“Did you think of a playhouse instead?”
“No, it wasn’t the same. Anyway, one day, my dad took me camping and this treehouse was in the campground. We climbed up here at night and sat in the balcony looking into the sky through the opening of trees.”
“Was the sky clear?”
“Yes, there was a full moon. My dad asked me to look at the bright start close to the moon. He said that was where my mom went. My mom could see me from there, and she wanted me to be happy. He said my mom waved at me with the twinkles. I looked at the star and it twinkles. I waved back to her.”
“I’m sure your mom wanted you to be happy.”
“My dad said we could see the star from our backyard on a cloudless night.”
“We could look at the star tonight and you could wave at your mom!”
“I would like to do that. Thank you for believing my Star Story. You’re the best thing happened to me. I’ve never been so happy after my mom died.”
“I like that when you share stories like that with me.”
“I thought some people may think it was childish.”
“I think it is precious. We could come camping and climb up to this treehouse again.”
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Amazon UK Link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07K1S47W9
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Miriam-Hurdle/e/B07K2MCSVW?ref=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000
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