Photo Prompt © Kent Bonham
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week, and for those who have read my first Friday Fictioneers story, and another thank you for those gracious enough to like and/or comment each others’ stories. Thank you to our host, Rochelle, for steering us every week, week on week. It is in part due to her multiple posts on this week’s photograph, and spending all day yesterday reading a backlog of posts from you wonderfully supportive and encouraging Friday Fictioneers, that my second flash fiction story on this week’s photograph surfaced. I hope it’s not too close to the bone for some of us.
EVEN HE MIGHT HAVE AN OFF DAY
by
Kelvin M. Knight
He nudged the car into the bush at precisely the correct angle and smiled because he enjoyed being creative. If you didn’t enjoy creativity what was the point?
He pointed at rainforests and leaves danced. He lifted one hand and every tree painted poetry upon the sky. He clapped and clouds parted gracefully, truth unfolded majestically. He tapped his foot and hate and resentment were a grain of sand. He laughed and forgiveness and compassion became rooted in everything. Sin composted. Peace blossomed. Love became air.
Creating this would be easy.
But enjoyable?
Sighing, he nudged another car towards faith.
(100 words)
Kelvin M. Knight 
That was indeed beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow! It’s like a veritable praise-fest going on! I love it! Well done, Kelvin!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lots of beautiful phrases here. Some touched with whimsy. I love: every tree painted poetry upon the sky. Just lovely!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Some great lines and a very imaginative take on the prompt
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Kelvin – Very creative and a “mulchly” (borrowed from your use above) well written story. YOU ARE CLEVER! Nan
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m with Rochelle–this post made me think of James Weldon Johnson, who also wrote a favorite of mine, “Go Down, Death!” This post is lovely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As is this comment. Ty.
LikeLike
Dear Kevin,
Are you familiar with “The Creation” by James Weldon Johnson. Your piece is beautifully similar. I truly enjoyed your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS If you’re interested here’s a link to the poem. https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/creation
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you, Rochelle, for such lovely wise words.. No I am not familiar but I will be after lunch. Thank you for the link.
LikeLike
Dear Rochelle
Shalom.
I have now read The Creation, several time. Such a beautiful, miraculous piece of poetry. Goodness gracious how similar the style, albeit my setting was later on, 2017 years later on to be precise.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great word-smithy. I like your esoteric take on this.
LikeLiked by 2 people
This is a true vehicle of beauty.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As are you, Ivor, as are you.
LikeLike
Every tree painted poetry across the sky
Just gorgeous
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a soulful tale told in a fascinating format. Poetry in motion I must say and who would have thought that this one guy would light up lives and show so many the way.
Loved it Kelvin. Thank you for your awe-inspiring piece of fiction. Seemed so very real.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I am so so glad you see.
LikeLiked by 1 person
See the realness. 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
I loved the second paragraph. And I understood who he was, but I didn’t understand what he was doing. Perhaps it’s too early for me.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Perhaps… and perhaps not. 😌
LikeLike
I liked “sin composted”
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you mulchly.
LikeLiked by 1 person