Welcome back. Wednesday–another picture, another story. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess. I’ve just downloaded her recent release, “Please Say Kaddish For Me.“ I’m looking forward to the weekend to jump in and read. Speaking of reading, this week’s Fictioneer tale clocks in at 100 words exactly. I like when that happens. Please let me know what you think!
The Colonists – 100 words
The Light? No-one believed that myth. We could barely see. Scent, touch, taste: these were real.
And hearing. I discerned Lepta’s off-beat gait, a counterpoint amid the echoing shuffle. My heart warmed at her scent. Then she vocalized. “Parapon, come. I’ve found it!”
Fragrant, but oh, so loud. “It?” I shrugged.
She stroked my back, “The Way.”
I held, uncertain.
“Come, and see.” She wove a path; I had to follow. We slipped through a new crack into an ancient tunnel. I heard hundreds—thousands—more trailing behind.
Up, up we climbed, into Light, and learned what Eyes were for.
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