Central North Carolina trembles at the prospect of four inches of snow tomorrow, but that won’t stop me from doing 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!
“You asked an old friend of mine a few questions once,” Rachel said to the empty chair across from her. “You wanted to know where he was when you laid the foundations of the world.”
But it’s 2013, and now it’s our turn to be accusers,” she added, taking out a pen and a legal pad. She glanced down at the table, at the crayons she’d held on to for twelve years.
“Where were you when that plane carried my baby into the Twin Towers? Anything to say to that?”
She waited, pen hovering above the paper.