Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff Fields for leading dozens and dozens of us from around the world in another round of Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt is by Dale Rogerson. Thank you for inspiring my memories that inspired this story, Dale!
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One at a Time
Its frozen tears inspire me to wonder what the tree might be thinking. But that’s not why I stare. No, memories brought by the word “icicle” hold me there.
When I was a little girl, Christmas tree decorating began with great enthusiasm–until it came time to place the icicles.
“One at a time,” Mom insisted.
But when she wasn’t looking, I’d toss a handful so I could finish and go watch TV.
“One at a time!” she reminded, as I swore she had eyes in back of her head.
What I’d give to hear her words again.
Stems and Rests
Hands in his pockets, he walked home from the doctor’s office where once again, the news had not been good. He came upon the tree and thought:
beneath the silence, ice
beneath the ice, music
and in the music
stems and rests
“Tonight,” he said to himself in a state nourishing self pity, “I’ll rest.”