I wanted to find a way to make this one happy and got as close as I could–those storm clouds make for some heavy thoughts. If you’re new to Friday Fictioneers–welcome! Take the picture Rochelle posts each week (Kelly Sands provided this one) and write a story of 100 words to accompany it!
Photo by Kelly Sands
“Big clouds!” Henry held the fake snow over the top of the Christmas village, talking to the porcelain figures that inhabited the town.
He got his imagination from his father. Jon was the funny one. Tara was sensible, reasonable–except when she’d had a hell of a day and took it out on Jon, sending him out into the thunderstorm to buy the milk she’d forgotten. Thunder sounded and fat raindrops flecked the window.
“Daddy says hello?” Henry asked looking out at the storm, snow village forgotten.
Tara gathered him to her and nuzzled his downy hair. “Yes, Daddy says ‘hello.'”
Vers Les Etoiles 
Reblogged this on monikcanama and commented:
yes i am new…..
Um… what happened to daddy? I thought you said this was going to be cheery?
I said I was going to try but couldn’t!
Anyway, I absolutely LOVED the snow prop as a parallel. Well done.
snow-globe, that is
I wanted to do something with the clouds but was trying for a different spin–originally I thought of the picture being the inside of a snow globe with people trapped in it, but went another direction.
Just so long as no one says “ROSEBUD” I think you’ll be okay
If that’s as close as you get to ‘happy’ I’ve got some pills I can let you have. Just as long as they don’t stifle your creativitiy… this was a good one.
Haha close enough 🙂 well done.
I like the imagination of her gathering him to herself and nuzzling his downy hair. Good one 🙂
Loved your story. “Daddy says hello?” brakes my heart, it’s too close to home.
I think Daddy actually said, “Hell no.” At least that’s what this Daddy would tell Miss Tara.
Hope Daddy gets home. Does he have a voice like thunder?
I, too, wonder what happened to Daddy. Enjoyed the snow-globe idea very much, peopled or not.
Hannah, Good story. Where Daddy went seems to be the big mystery. Cute dialogue for the little boy. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Dear Hannah,
Tara’s quite the shrew isn’t she? Jon’s liable to go out for milk and never return. 😉 Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I’ve been gone from Friday Fictioneers so this is the first time I’ve come across your blog, but I’m liking it so far! I like the parallel of the boy’s imagination and the storm outside, and the way you skillfully wove the story (and mystery) of the parent’s relationship in there. Good stuff!