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 . . .

balcony
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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51 thoughts on “A Matter of Preference

    1. Thanks, Betty. I know it was sad, but I didn’t want to write anything too flippant this week. My Monday stories were a bit silly. I’m trying to be serious now! Haha. I’m glad you liked it, anyway. (I must cut down on these challenges soon, though. They’re great, but I need to spend more time on Book 3!). Take care. 🙂

  1. 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.

    1. 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’!

    1. 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! 🙂

    1. It’s funny how we all interpret things differently. I had intended to mean she liked being in the house, as a ghost,
      better than being in the cemetery. Thanks for the interesting alternative, Ali 🙂

      1. Ah yes, it’s down to the reading of the last sentence (“here”). That’s the beauty of only 100 words and lots of different people reading 🙂

    1. 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. 🙂

      1. 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. 🙂

  2. 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.

    Shalom.

    Rochelle

    1. It’s funny how different peolpe have interpreted my tale, Rochelle. I’ve a feeling that you have read it as Abigail being a ghost throughout the story. I had intended the fall down the stairs, in her haste to get to Daddy, to have killed her. She only ‘haunts’ the house because she preferred to be there than in the little cemetery. I’ll obviously have to make things a bit clearer next time. 🙂 Thank you so much for commenting. 🙂

      1. Yes, I’ll definitely have to explain better next time. As Rochelle says, I think it’s a question of making the time scale clearer. Hope my comment helped. 🙂

  3. 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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