Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
And she does the most wonderful interviews.
I am grateful for your time, patience and kindness, my lady.
Today’s brilliantly conceived photo by Ted Strutz made me think of salmon fishing and the Three Bears.
But the leap was too great, so I wrote about something more comfortable.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
© Ted Strutz
Click here to hear me read this 1-minute story:
Grandma’s Chair
Grandma’s chair sits empty now.
No one ever dares to use it.
She ruled the world from that chair, like some Highland Cleopatra.
She was a dour woman, rarely smiling, even at the youngest of the grandchildren.
But she smiled at the traveller who mended her pots.
Every three or four weeks we’d hear the creak of his caravan’s wheels.
Then she’d stand, smooth back her hair.
If Grandpa noticed anything, he didn’t say.
But the traveller’s black eyes would flash at her.
One day Grandma wasn’t in her chair.
We haven’t seen the traveller in the six months since.
