Pumpkins

It was pumpkin painting day at school so naturally, Em and Row were thrilled.

Em, despite being thrilled had little artistic talent but she never did let such a small thing deter her. To make up for it, she had imagination in spades, and so she put her whizzing and wheezing brain to use.

She thought hard and hard. And slowly let ideas flow from her mind into the world before her. Everything illuminating with just the barest glimmer, she had so many things she wanted to do.

Row, her ever partner in crime did not deter her. Instead, she helped where her best friend couldn’t. She mixed in colors Em didn’t think was possible and corrected the teensy tinsy mistakes Em did.

They worked hard for the hour and a half they had to work. Both girls giggling and covered in paint. But the most important of it all, they were happy and really really happy.

It was something that was theirs and they were proud of it.


Word Count: 169

Ooh boy, this was fun to write. Photo prompt by Susan on Sunday Photo Fictioner. Bit late in replying to this prompt, I know.

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Memories

She stared as she felt the destruction of her childhood, she watched as she the home she grew up in got demolished unable to move, unable to do anything but look and weep silently.

Sweeping her eyes around, a new wave of nostalgia passed within her. Vivid memories replacing the desolate scenes they were now. She reminisced for it was the only thing she could.

She smiled as many familiar places jumped at her carrying an undertone of melancholia within them. The fun she’d had once, all the brilliant moments she’d experienced tainted now.

Her eyes rested on two old and decrepit armchairs and despite her sadness, she smiled bitterly. She could see her grandparents sitting there regaling her with tales of old, her tiny self, hanging on their every word.

As a piece of an old tree fell on top of them, she turned away, brushing tears she hadn’t seen fall. She kept on walking, not daring herself to look back, not able to witness anything more.

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Word count: 168

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by the lovely Susan. Been a while since I’ve last written anything so I hope I’ve done alright.

Phoenix

Em stared at the ruins of her childhood home, her eyes red and puffy. Streaks marked her face where tears had been. She looked a mess as she stood in the ruins alone, surveying it, missing it. She surveyed, her mind supplying her with memories to compare and contrast.

She walked around, kicking rocks in frustration. Everything was utterly destroyed. The kitchen where she used to watch her mom bake, the living room that was the location of many arguments, the stairs where she and her brother would fool around, everything was gone.

Wiping a tear from her face, she allowed herself to dwell on the past for a few more moments. She reminisced with a soft smile on her face, thinking of all the good times this old house had seen.

Sitting down on her usual rock, she looked at the house again. Her mind was slipping into the past but she stopped herself. Now was not the time to lose herself in what was, now was the time for action. With a steeled look on her face, she stared onwards, vowing to make things better, to give her kids the home she once had.

Word Count: 196
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Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by the lovely Susan and photo courtesy of C.E. Ayr. To read other stories of this photo prompt, click here.

Cablecar

Em gazed at the cable car, shivering with anticipation. Everything around her was so exciting, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She was beside herself with joy, with excitement at getting to ride on one. A tug on her sweater dragged her out of her expansive imagination and she turned to face her brother.

“I’m bored.” He said whining and flopped down to the ground.

Em wasted no time in picking him up and setting him upright. “Wait a little while. Dad should be returning with the tickets.”

His attempt to reconcile with the ground was foiled by Em’s hands, causing him to sulk even more, even when Dad returned.

Em pressed her cheeks to the glass of the car, staring at the increasingly decreasing landscape with utter fascination.

Meanwhile, her brother had found a new hobby: people watching. He looked at the cars that were going down but only one of the passengers stared back at him.

Em looked just as he was waving goodbye. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m saying goodbye to the dog. Bye bye dog.” He replied, smiling.

Em laughed at that along with everyone and joined in saying farewell to the dog.


Word Count: 199

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction. Other entries of this prompt can be found here.

Nostalgia

He stared at the old rundown shack, memories from his childhood springing into his mind. He walked slowly, fingering each surface that’d marked his childhood. He’d learned here, so long ago and with so many others. To him, it was less a classroom and more a second home.

He slowly entered the small room, his eyes transforming the dusty room into a vibrant one filled with the smiles and laughs of his friends. A small version of himself was there enjoying and learning at the same time, laughing with everyone, learning things he’d never forget.

He looked around once more, every nook and corner reminding me of the good times, of the people he loved. Every space bringing another good memory within him. He turned back and got out, ducking his head.

He watched the house get demolished with a tear in his eye. The plans for the new building was ready and he knew it’d be much more efficient for the new generations. He walked away mourning the loss of his second home.

Word Count: 174

Written as a response to FFFAW challenge this week. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting it. For more stories with this prompt click here.

The Cave

“Wow!” Rowena stared in amazement at the rocks. It was beautiful, and even more so due to the bushes around.

Em shook her head at her friend’s antics. “Not that Row. It’s impressive and all but that’s not why I dragged you out on the first day of Summer.”

Row gave her friend a look that said ‘Are you kidding me?’ but probably was ‘You dragged me out of my comfy bed. It better be good.’

Em said nothing and bent down. Parting a large patch of grass aside, she revealed a hole. Row, now intrigued, got closer. With a wide grin and unnecessary dramatism, Em slinked down the hole.

“EM!” Row cried in alarm before following her friend down the hole. She landed on a soft ground and walked on, intent on finding her slippery friend. She found her, sometime later, sitting on a mat smiling.

“What is this place?” She asked amazed.

“Dunno.” Em shrugged. “Found it by accident one day.”

They sat there for a while, chatting away idly. They left some time later, their stomachs growling, their hearts full and with the promise to return.

Word Count: 198

Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt hosted by Sue Vincent.


Rowena is based on my awesome friend Aakankshya. You can check her blog here.

Bonfire

 

“Dad. Dad. Is it done yet?” Em asked, tugging at his sleeve, her eyes shining with the red glow. Dad took a stick and poked around the base of the fire for a bit before turning to his daughter. “Patience. Em.”

At that, the little boy beside Em stuck his tongue out, starting a war of silly proportions. For once, their mother did not berate them and just laughed.

“It’s done.” The father announced, producing a fire-baked potato mounted atop a knitting needle. Before Em could react, her little brother had reached over and grabbed the delicacy in his tiny little hands.

“Hothothothothot.” He jumped, dropping the potato. Em giggled at his discomfort and picked the potato gently, wrapping it around a newspaper.

“That’s mine.” He said, glaring.

“Of course it is. I’m just peeling it for you dummy.” She ruffled his hair causing him to sulk even more.

They sat there a bit longer, eating and laughing alongside each other. They left a few hours later, the warmth of the fire still with them.

Word Count: 175


Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo copyright Enisa.

 

 

Snow Day

 

“Look, Mom. Snow!” Em exclaimed pressing her cheeks to the window, taking in the beautiful white landscape. “Can I go out. Please Please Please.” She said, all the while jumping up and down. The confirmation was no sooner out from the older woman’s lips than Emily was rushing out.

Emily was fascinated by the snow. It was so soft and so white and upon further experimentation so cold. She liked it nevertheless. After a while, she got bored. She needed someone to play with and her friend, the snow angel needed a friend too. She rushed in at top speed, leaving cold air to fill the warm living room.

She emerged a while later, dragging a middle-aged balding man with her. She was escastic, he a bit less. However, her excitement was contagious and it spread wide and tall.

They stayed until the day waned, and the sun’s brightness dimmed. The father left with his tired daughter, leaving behind a memento of their efforts. The snowman stood tall and smiling, glowing brightly.

The snowman melted after a few days, and the glow on Em’s face lasted a bit longer.

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction.