Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Grandpa Welsey's Trip

This is my flash fiction for Julia's Place 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt is this photo:

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Grandpa Wesley’s Trip

“Every line,” Grandpa whispered, “is older than the dust in my bones.”
I stood on tiptoes and looked out. I wanted to count them: the purple, crimson, orange layers on fire in the sun. We squinted at the horizon, faces in the hot wind. I held Grandpa’s hand.
“And right down there…” A glint on his cheek; he was crying. One happy tear. “That’s where my great Grandpa went. The first. Oh, the stories Granny Mary would tell. Brave man, a good man.”
We listened to the roar of the river below, shouting back at us from our own history.
100 words excluding title.

6 comments:

  1. Terrific memories. Beautiful.

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    1. Thanks for the read, Bo. Glad you liked it.
      Laura

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  2. Really brings out the feeling of connection. Lovely!

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    1. Thanks! In writing it I ended up reading all about John Wesley Powell and his adventures, pretty awesome :-)

      Laura

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  3. Many thanks for reading and stopping by. Glad you liked it.
    Laura

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