Photo prompt © Kelvin M. Knight
Hey fellow Friday Fictioneers. I’m sorry for not joining in fully these past couple of weeks – I have been commenting on as many people’s stories as possible that came through the WordPress App on my iPhone (basically those of you I follow).
Life has been so hectic of late. So so hectic. Thank you for those of you who have contacted me via email or through WordPress comments to check I am okay. I am really touched by your concern. I am okay – I’m in a good place – I have just had to put my energies elsewhere this last fortnight, and maybe for another couple of fortnights until loved ones are fully on the mend and family matters settled.
It’s not all dim light though – a magazine sent a celebrity photographer from London to do a photo shoot on me last week. Chris O’Donovan is such a lovely lovely guy and I know the pictures he took of me for the story I wrote for a magazine that has become a front page story will be exceptional. Gulp. My first professional photoshoot. I hope you don’t mind me sharing this exciting news with you?
I so want to spend more time on the photo prompt this week – especially as it is mine – but time is tight. As soon as this blog is done I have comments to incorporate on a thematically linked flash fiction story that has been brewing ever since I started this blog, for a competition I blogged about and I am really impressed with the professionalism of the judge. This competition also has an anthology of winners and shortlisted stories. Well worth a read.
So, if my humble offering for this week’s prompt, The Bread of Life, is not wholesome enough for you, is too crumbly, I hope you will understand.
THE BREAD OF LIFE
Kelvin M. Knight
Altering the DNA of wheat so the kernels formed a heart in each loaf of bread was miraculous. The impact this new bread had on society was amazing. One bite from these wheat heart loaves filled people with joy. It mattered not if the bread was a French brioche or baguette, whether it was unleavened, Gluten free, an all-American muffin, Irish soda bread – even the German’s heavy Pumpernickel bread induced rejoicing. So much love spread – love for oneself, love for one another – that society, which had been on a knife-edge of annihilation, was saved.
‘Amen,’ sang the scientists.
Thank you to everyone for taking part this week (15/09/17), and reading each other’s stories, and liking, and commenting. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there’s a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo. To read other aspiring writers’ stories, click the Blue Frog.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.