(100 word flash fiction)
She ran her finger down the book’s spine. It was coarse and unyielding like bark.
‘This was once a tree.’ She thought, bemused. ‘Its cells then rearranged into a different form to serve a different purpose.’
She looked around the room lined with books in shelves. She was in a jungle here. Except, it was not sap that was flowing but rivers of stories.
‘A house it could have been, sheltering people. Or a boat, gliding over the endless rivers. Living, serving, even after death.’
She pulled the form towards her and signed it, donating all her organs after death.
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It’s that day of the week again when I check out the Friday Fictioneers page hosted by the lovely Rochelle and get a high by writing a short story based on the photo prompt which this week is –
She ran her finger down the book’s spine. It was coarse and unyielding like bark.
‘This was once a tree.’ She thought, bemused. ‘Its cells then rearranged into a different form to serve a different purpose.’
She looked around the room lined with books in shelves. She was in a jungle here. Except, it was not sap that was flowing but rivers of stories.
‘A house it could have been, sheltering people. Or a boat, gliding over the endless rivers. Living, serving, even after death.’
She pulled the form towards her and signed it, donating all her organs after death.
~~~
It’s that day of the week again when I check out the Friday Fictioneers page hosted by the lovely Rochelle and get a high by writing a short story based on the photo prompt which this week is –
PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast
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