Playground

 

My entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, brought to us again by the wonderful Priceless Joy

Martha closed her eyes, listening to the children as they played on the porch. David’s voice rose, and she cracked an eye, then closed it as the giggles resumed. Her rocker creaked as Martha sunk deeper.  David and Sara could play out here for hours. Martha couldn’t count the hours spent on this porch. It became a spaceship after they watched the Apollo mission, a pirate island after they  read Treasure Island. After watching John Wayne, the railings became horses to chase after the black-hatted bad guys.  Martha smiled as she relaxed one last time.

“Mom? Oh, David, I think she’s gone!”

(100 words)

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6 responses to “Playground

  1. I loved how you tied the children’s playful imagination with the porch. It was sad that she relaxed “one last time,” and died while watching her children play. Great story with a sad twist. Welcome to FFfAW! We are glad you are participating and hope you will continue. 🙂

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  2. A lovely, descriptive scene, Samantha. You draw us in well to Martha’s relaxing on the porch with the children playing around her and describe the various games they’ve played in the past well. I’d assumed that Martha was the children’s grandmother until the end. It seemed to fit better with the idea of her dying. It could also work well as Martha’s memories of when her own children were young. I find the last line interesting … 🙂

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  3. It’s sad, but also comforting. Sounds like Martha’s had a long life (been a while since the Apollo missions, after all…) and died surrounded by her children and grandchildren. Beautiful story!

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