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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, we need your eyes.
I resisted the urge to tell the story of Ms. Rebecca finding love at a yard sale while searching for an urn to house her late husband’s remains. Only because such a story would demand much more space.
Here’s my contribution:
What’s A Girl To Do?
During the last few weeks Miriam listened as Ms. Rebecca drifted in and out of lucidity. Miriam would clean or fold laundry or prepare meals as Ms. Rebecca regaled with suddenly vivid tales of great adventure, spelunking caves, crossing barren expanses within the belly of a dirigible, riding swells upon the high seas. At one point Ms. Rebecca grasped Miriam by the collar with incredibly strong hands, pulled her close upsetting the cat from her blanketed lap, and said, “The ship is sinking. Bring the ducats from inside the lamp. Then, save yourself!”
Miriam reached for the embroidered pillow.