Thanks as ever to Madison Woods for the inspiration for this week’s story, which you can find here: http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/grave-digger-100-words/
I say thanks, but knowing I had promised to give a positive, death-free story this week, I think she is teasing me with a picture which she entitled “Grave Digger”! Still, I hope you’ll agree that childish innocence and determination is positive and hopeful. See what you think – I’d love to hear your comments, good or bad.
Out of the Mouths of Babes
“What are those, Daddy?” Lucy shuddered. “They look like fairy bones!”
“Fairies don’t die! They are pieces of rock. Remember the pebble you found yesterday?” Lucy had been amazed by how shiny it was; how she could almost see her own face in it. “Well, sometimes rocks get smashed up by the weather instead of polished by the river. They are powerful forces in the rock’s life and depending on what the rock’s like and how it behaves, it either shines or crumbles.”
Lucy thought for a moment. “I think I’d like to be a pebble, not a fairy bone.”