It’s Wednesday, so it must be time for weekly writing fun with the Friday Fictioneers. Happy birthday to November-born Fictioneers Lora, Charles, Madison (founder and still participant) and Russell. Many happy returns and copious blessings in the upcoming year. Rochelle, you’re the current hostess-with-the-mostess and Sean thanks for this week’s picture. Read more by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page and have a wonderful Thanksgiving! (Yes, I know it’s not until next week, but it’s never too early for good wishes. And continued prayers for all those still without power and otherwise impacted by Hurricane Sandy. We’re so grateful for all those helping during this whole time!)
Copyright Sean Fallon
Power Source
When the redolence of pumpkin pie filled the house and brightly-hued leaves beautified the yard, Mom brought out the jar. As the spareness of winter approached, she said it reminded her where her power came from.
She somehow remembered what every battery represented: a friend who’d helped when Dad lost his job, the blessings of a thriving garden, each of us. Some were more whimsical—one for the flowers Dad gave her each birthday, one for each memorable trip they’d taken, one for libraries.
There was a bigger jar each year. Mom said the jar reminded her of God.
(If you got this via email, I made a few small changes, changes that came to me while cleaning this morning. I think they make the story better, but I hope you enjoyed it either way.)
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