A Matter of Preference

It’s time again for the Friday Fictioneers, kindly hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This is a writing challenge which asks that we produce a piece of  fiction in 100 words from the photo prompt given. If you’d like to contribute to this challenge, just follow the link through Rochelle’s blog to read the instructions and copy the photo.

Here is this week’s photo . . .


Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


. . . and this is my story:

Abigail gazed across the lawn, a warm breeze rustling the gold-tipped leaves of the tall magnolia and nurturing her memories…

The veranda heaved with folks cooing over her newly-christened brother. Six-year-old Abigail fled to her room, tears streaming as her jealousy soared. Since Ethan’s birth, Daddy had taken his love away.

‘Where are you, Abigail?’ It was Daddy’s voice, down in the hall. He wanted her again.

‘Daddy!’ she cried, lowering her foot to the top stair…

It was a warm September day in 1886 when they buried her in the peaceful little cemetery.

But Abigail liked it better here.

Word Count: 100


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About milliethom

I am a reader and writer of historical fiction with a keen interest in the Earth's history and all it involves, both physically and socially. I like nothing better than to be outdoors, especially in faraway places, and baking is something I do when my eyes need respite from my computer screen.
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51 Responses to A Matter of Preference

  1. maddmombetty says:

    Wow! I really like it! I wasn’t expecting it, but it was good. It is the kind of piece something more could be written from.

  2. Michael B. Fishman says:

    I didn’t expect that ending. It gave me that goosebumpy feeling!

  3. lindarigsbee says:

    The end took me by surprise. A lot said in a few visual words.

  4. Oh! I am so sad. Great story. So much in so few words.

  5. sonya says:

    I said this on another blog last week: I do love a ghost story. You did a good job setting up the ending – I didn’t expect it, but in hindsight, it makes perfect sense.

  6. Taygibay says:

    Great rhythm! 😀

  7. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Millie, Great story and yes, it is sad – but it is well written anyway! Good job! Nan 🙂

    • milliethom says:

      Thanks Nan. I suppose we could say it was quite the opposite to your lovely, funny little tale. I suppose we just have to go with the direction our minds take us when we look at the prompt. I just fancied trying out something ‘ghosty’!

  8. I do love your flash fiction. Dare I say hauntingly good? Gosh, the bad Dad puns just slip out. I did love the surprise ending. So unexpected.

  9. scribbley14 says:

    Great story but what a horrible twist! Poor Abigail! It’s an interesting take on the photo though; I certainly didn’t expect it!

    • milliethom says:

      I wasn’t feeling like writing a jokey thing that day, Scribbley – and I hadn’t done a ghosty story on any of the challenges. I agee, it was just a bit sad. 😉

  10. Oh so many things not said in this little tale that send my thoughts in the most sinister ways..

    • milliethom says:

      I had in mind nothing more sinister than the trip down the stairs but I can see how a few aspects of it could be interpreted differently. Thanks for commenting, Bjorn.

  11. ahtdoucette says:

    Such a haunted story, in so many ways. Beautiful and bittersweet.

    • milliethom says:

      I agree with the bittersweet. A child ghost is aways so much more poignant than an adult one. (Not that I’ve ever met either, of ccourse. Haha!) Thank you for liking it! 🙂

  12. draliman says:

    That’s so sad. Not only because she died, but because she preferred it in the cemetery after she felt Daddy didn’t love her any more 😦
    Great story, though!

  13. Wow Millie, I like this A LOT! It gave me the chills. I can totally see a book written narrated by this little girl.

    • milliethom says:

      That’s a really nice comment, PJ (or is it Joy?). It isn’t a pleasant thought, is it? I somehow find the idea of a child ghost more cilling than that of an adult. I think it’s because it’s so dreadfully sad. I’ll just have to do something happy next week to make up for it. Thank you for liking it. 🙂

      • PJ is perfect Millie. I agree, it is more chilling since it is a child but certainly could make interesting material for a book!

      • milliethom says:

        Well, I certainly agree, and I’d set it in the Deep South. I have one book to finish to complete my trilogy then I’ll have a think about what to do next. I had a similar conversation about my ‘Druid Path’ post two weeks ago. I’d like to develop that one, too. I really wish I were forty years younger! Thanks again, PJ. 🙂

      • I wish I were 40 years younger too! (But with 20-20 hindsight) LOL!

  14. Sandra says:

    Very sad one this week, but well done.

  15. Dear Millie,

    I loved the last two lines that revealed why Daddy had “taken his love away.” However I was a bit thrown by his calling to her. Was he aware of her ghost? All in all a well told, haunting story.



  16. Wow–you didn’t pull any punches with this one. I loved it! That new older sibling feeling is so familiar and becomes more heartbreaking with her fall.

  17. I wasn’t expecting that ending. Even though sad, it was so well done, Millie. I could see her in my mind. 🙂 — Suzanne

  18. Margaret says:

    Such a tragic story, but it’s good that Abigail continues on – even if in ghostly form. Poor Daddy. How will he ever recover? I like the tone and feel of this story – well told.

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