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."