Rachel sat quietly on the grass watching her grandparents play in the orchestra/band. She came here every Saturday night without fail. She loved coming to the community gazebo and watching her grandparents play their violins for whoever wanted to listen.
She tucked her legs underneath her further and grinned as she remembered that they didn’t even know she was there. After all, she died 3 days after her birth. How could they even know what she looks like?
“Oh well,” she thought, fluttering her wings, “they will be meeting me soon enough.”
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, author of the blog, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers. She gives us a photo prompt and challenges us to write a worthy story of 100 words or less.
I would like to challenge you to read the stories gathered in Rochelle’s challenge because it is filled with many awesome writers producing fantastic stories. My story is but a grain of sand in a pond filled with gems.
If you would like to read some of the stories or contribute a story to the challenge, click on the link below. (The blue froggy button will take you into the story grid):