The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
“What’s that white stuff?”
Aloe sighed, looking up at Orchid, his bloom newly opened. Aloe had been on that window sill for as long as she could remember. Orchid had been there a long time, too, but his memory faded each time his last bloom withered. He never remembered the snow, the rain, the sunshine. Today really is the first day of the rest of his life, Aloe thought.
With true kindness, Aloe said, “It’s snow,” and started to describe the weather and the world they would see pass by them as they looked out the window together, as always.
To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.