***JEWELS***
Above is Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Photo Prompt titled: Jewels. Thanks, Madison.
Below is my 100-word story based on the above prompt.
GRANDFATHER'S JEWELS
Stolen from grandfather's vault containing precious valuables, only a pitiful amount of jewels turned up. They arrived via an unknown source, in battered, brown, envelopes stamped with out-dated Air-Mail markings. The return address in Mexico was a burned-out empty lot strewn with garbage and broken liquor bottles.
After years of frustrating dead-ends, the private detective had his first lead. A baby's pink, hard-plastic teething ring packed among the jewelry. Oversight or tip?
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"If you're absent during my struggle, don't expect to be present during my success."
Unknown
Above is MadisonWoods Friday Fictioneers, 100-word photo prompt titled: MY SITTING-SPOT- 2/17/12. Below is my 100-word story.
HER SITTING SPOT
Every spring, she visited her secret summer haven. April showers swept away depressing, dead leaves, giving birth to lush velvet greenery and delicate wildflowers. Her secluded sitting spot. A large rock and a mirror-clear, mellow brook. A lullaby of comfort to escape from forced field work, harsh, unforgiving sun, a chaotic, clamorous home and...him.
Drifting in melancholy thought, dreaming, praying. Sailing on the breeze, soft moccasin footprints. Native Spirit of the Ages whispers into her ear. "Be patient, my child. Be brave. I see what you cannot. Your future will be lifted with light and song and you will shine."
