Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it.
This weeks phrase: “What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
He entered the study and looked around. It hadn’t changed much
in the years he’d been away. Father may have added a few pieces, but he
despised change. Perhaps that’s why they hadn’t spoken for years. Now, it’s too
He picked up a book that evoked powerful images of his
childhood. He’d been just as stubborn as his father, letting time pass without
speaking. Today, only memories remained.
Ethan walked to the desk and opened the drawer. Father kept
it all these years. A photo of them fishing. They caught nothing, but he remembered
picking up that arrowhead and giving it to him.
Each thing he touched aroused another memory. Guilt washed
over him. How could he have been so selfish? He vowed not to be like him, yet
he was. The last time they spoke it ended in an argument. Now, he’d never have
the chance to apologize.