Once again I lay in the comfort of the leaves across the prickly green grass, staring at the moonlight. My thoughts sit in the endless sky and wanders through a song of enchantment.
“Why am I here?”
The wind blows softly, sending a shiver gliding down the length of my spine. I stretch my hands, trying to embrace the night. This battle between sanity and madness leaves me tired and weary. I close my eyes as I listen to the wind playing celestial symphonies to my ears while the branches bent downwards.
“I hear you. I’m just a little girl after all.”
Word Count: 102
Better late than never! Here’s for Friday Fictioneers’ weekly prompt.
Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.
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August 9, 2015 at 2:13 am
Beautifully written. I esp. Loved the ending.. So eloquent. 🙂
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August 10, 2015 at 3:10 am
Thank you. I’m glad you like it. 🙂
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August 9, 2015 at 11:21 am
Beautiful story Maria, I loved it!
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August 10, 2015 at 3:11 am
Thanks PJ!
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August 9, 2015 at 1:34 pm
Dear Maria,
“The battle between sanity and madness…” good line.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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August 10, 2015 at 3:11 am
Thanks Rochelle.. 🙂
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August 10, 2015 at 4:13 pm
Beautiful. I like how she listens and understands what the wind is telling her.
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August 11, 2015 at 2:16 am
Wouldn’t it be nice to hear what the wind has to tell once in a while? 🙂
Thank Gah. Have a great day.
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August 11, 2015 at 3:13 am
beautiful,i liked it
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August 12, 2015 at 2:21 am
Thank you. 🙂
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