Welcome, welcome, my friends, to Friday Fictioneers. Yes, yes, I know, it is Wednesday. What can I say? Some of us in this group like to confuse!
This week, Rochelle, our lovely host, has given us an image by her main squeeze, Jan W. Fields. Oh the directions I could have gone with this. ‘Twas hard to choose but sometimes, you just have to let the fingers do the talking!
Her story is fabulous as are the other participants’. Please do go have a read and, should you be willing to try your hand at this 100-word craft-thing, please do. Click on the blue frog for instructions and whatnot!
As you leave the house for your walk with your faithful dog, the hum of the highway drones on in the distance and you note your steps beating a rhythm, highlighted by the dog’s collar tinkling like the high notes of a piano. Before long, the wind picks up and the denuded branches bang together adding a back beat. You notice, as you near the park, the swish of the marcescent leaves like brushes on a drum. Approaching the river, the steady flow beneath the ice replaces the hum of the highway, the birds’ chirping adding high notes.