Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo prompt provided. An oasis amidst the sand, pop on over and sample the wares.
Photo Copyright : ceayr
Some nights I still watch from the window. The almost light, chasing shadows over the road. Almost catching, almost touching, but they never do.
Sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all. Memories are funny like that. One minute they’re so sharp, so vivid that the fear can steal the breath right out of your throat. Then the next just shades, like merging hues that float across your eyes.
They said that she’d left, closed the house and moved away. They said that I had dreamt it, that I was only seven and shouldn’t tell tales.
But I saw, I know I did…
helen midgley 
Dear Helen,
Nicely written as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Densely layered and chewy. My favourite kind of 100-word morsel
Can you believe your own eyes? Memories sometimes get clouded over time. An interesting dilemma – she seems quite certain though! 🙂
A child with a secret that nobody will believe. Intriguing.
People always dismiss what children see. This has a creepy feeling to it, great writing.
Can you trust your memory? Childhood fantasy or an event so traumatic it’s burned into your protagonist’s memory? Nice piece!
No doubt one day she’ll reveal all. Nice one
My story is called Sally’s Secret
Beautiful writing, Helen. I believe.
Who are these people who try to convince her?
Lots of intrigue here.
Good story.
People never listen to the kids. Nice take on the prompt