The Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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The Soul of the Garden
Running steps thunder atop the path. Little arms push through brittle twigs and branches as white puffs of breath ascend and dissipate. Ice falls onto hats and coats, melting when coming in contact with children’s faces and hands. Echoes of their laughter seep into the leaves, stems and trunks, sinking through the roots, igniting a spark of time, of change, of warmth, of hope.
This message travels beneath the frozen earth, down and across, across and down, reaching all life in its suspended, wintry state. The soul of the garden awakens to the music of children’s laughter. Spring is nigh.
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Beautiful imagery. Love it.
Dear Tresha,
For some reason this put me in mind of “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett, a book that I read many times from childhood on.
Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think a garden like this will become a part of the children’s soul.
I hadn’t thought of it that way. Really like the idea.
This is lovely. Your words flow beautifully.
I agree with Rochelle about The Secret Garden.
Dear Tresha,
A beautiful story. Spring lives in the hearts of children. Evocative and imaginative take on the prompt.
Aloha,
Doug