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 © DALE ROGERSON
That was the year it snowed in September.
Ma stood at the back door, hugging her dressing gown around her shoulders.
“My, oh my, look at those roses – poor souls!”
She rummaged for her large scissors. A wisp of powdery snow crept in on the breeze from the door. Ma trotted down the garden path, slippers slapping, her bird-like ankles peeping from under her flannel nighty.
Some quick snips and she had seven stems, each carrying a beautiful, bronze-coloured bloom.
“We’ll soon have you indoors and looking your best,” she told them.
They looked fine in her crystal vase.