They’re Afraid of the Light
Marsha says she’s not scared of the dark but every night she turns every blasted lamp on. You try to sleeping in a stadium. When her mama was alive she kept the lights on too. But tonight I ought to get a good night sleep being that she hosed the lamps down out on the porch and some neighborhood kids threw rocks shattering them all.
I woke from a deep sleep to Marsha’s mama saying. “This here is your great-uncle Howard. This is his father and this is your great, great, great grandma. And this is your . . .
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It’s time for Friday Fictioneer’s and it’s another week that I am sharing my interpretation for the above photo prompt. For those who haven’t heard Friday fictioneeer is an addictive writing challenge. Thanks to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple who provides us with a new photo to work with every Wednesday to interpret with a 100 word story. It is an excellent way to fine tune your editing craft. But it’s okay if you go over or below the word count a little. I guess it’s okay as long as you’re not submitting War and Peace. I find it challenging to work my story down or up until I have exactly 100 words.