Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © ALICIA JAMTAAS
Who’s speaking? Who’s this man so tall and strong, crowding my room? I don’t like him.
“Dad, it’s Colin.”
I stare at him.
“My son was called Colin. Do you know him?” Somehow the words come out jumbled.
Why am I here? Am I in prison? I want to be home. I want to be home in my cabin, nothing but trees for miles.
I knew the forest. I knew the trees, from sapling to maturity. In summer the dry ground was springy; in winter, the mud clamped my boots.
Who’s speaking? I don’t like him.