After a 2 week intermission (hanging out at an exploding volcano!) I’m back to Friday Fictioneers! Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. Thanks for reading!
The Lights of Years Past
“You guys used to go out at night and sing?” she asked me.
“Yes, and look at the lights. Every Christmas there were little electric lights strung from trees and houses. People kept them on all night long.” I closed my eyes. “I can still see them.”
She stirred the dying fire with a stick, and huddled deeper into her old down jacket.
“What happened to Christmas?”
“It passed on, just like everything else.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of honeycomb wrapped in wax paper.
“Here you go, little one. Time to go inside soon.”