Photo prompt © Jan Wisoff-Fields
Shortsightedness by Kelvin M. Knight
‘Dear God, help me!’
Glaring at the darkness, he prayed again but all he saw were her fairy lights, pinpricks upon his soul, day after day.
He threw a stone at her lights. Glass smashed. Lights dimmed.
‘Good night,’ he hissed, tears welling his eyes.
He threw every stone nearby. When her snaking line of lights flopped, when only one light remained, he lifted his spectacles and rubbed tired wet eyes.
Now that lone fairy light blossomed, into a tree full of lights, each one brilliantly bright.
Shielding his eyes, he flopped to his knees and prayed again.
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (25/08/17), and reading each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our 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.