A little flash-fiction to start the day…
I stumbled across a competition at Carrot Ranch, I’m feeling suitably autumnal this morning and so here is my response.
November 2, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story.
They put it out in the spring with the white-wash still drying on its arms and legs. Shoots of grass sneaking through the gaps in the porch.
She spent long summer nights watching stars fall from a sapphire sky. Propped up with floral cushions that sank between thin spindles.
Gold leaves gathered at the feet. A pumpkin perched on the seat and scowled at passers-by. Until it started to rot, and the nose caved in and the lid fell down.
Frost coated the peeling flecks of paint; silent and still.
The chair was brushed, painted and set out again.
If anyone else wants to enter then all of the rules are: here
Are you attempting Nanowrimo this year? I won’t be but I’m always happy to cheer you on!