Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
Stranded by Kelvin M. Knight
Inside every cardboard box was a bunch of plastic flowers. What trickery was this? Did he think she was a fool? He’d promised her a way home!
She knelt down, pressed her forehead into the ground. Getting emotional solved nothing. These cardboard boxes with their plastic flowers meant something.
‘But what,’ she sang.
Clues surrounded her. They filled her mind, no matter how softly she chanted his homecoming incantation… words of power, turning ink into steel, and unrolling parchment into armies. His anger. Always. And power.
Regarding these flowers, she saw her life was fake, over there, in his world.
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (04/08/17), and reading / liking / commenting on each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read / like / comment on the stories so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.