Friday Fictioneers: I Remember Skies

The seemingly simple premise of Friday Fictioneers is that a photo serves as the inspiration for a story of a mere 100-words.
But then the fun starts.  What part of the photo do you choose?  Do you use the photo in the story or as a jumping-off idea for something completely different?  Dialogue?  Historical fiction?  A story torn from the headlines of the day?
The sky is the proverbial limit.

At the end of my story is the link that will take you to the page with links to all the stories.  So if you’d like to read what other authors have seen in the photo, click there and then dip into what’s on offer

copyright DLovering

I Remember Skies*

I recall the glittering canopy of stars when I

…slept in the tree house with my best friend.

…shinnied up that tree to sneak through my window, avoiding grounding.

…reclined, awash in music and love, at our first-date outdoor concert.

…lay next to you, sated and laughing, in a mountain meadow on our honeymoon.

…camped in the backyard with you and the children.

…thought I’d die from the grief of your death.

In hospice I can’t see the stars. But I know soon I’ll be seeing them again with you.
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Letting go now. It’s time.

 

 

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*With thanks to The Moody Blues and “Your Wildest Dreams”