Rochelle is the leader of the weekly prompt, Friday Fictioneers and a grand job she makes of that too. But FF is restricted to 100 words and though that’s a great discipline, it’s so nice to read some of her fiction that has a little more time to stretch and breath. I had to share this for the wonderful period feel and the chatacerisation. So beautifully done.
The following story is a change of pace from my usual flash fiction. I wrote it for the photo prompt below. It’s part of the Writers Unite! Monthly Write the Story. To find out how to participate CLICK HERE.
Genre: Historical Fiction
WITH THIS RING
Laura Gwynn cradled her month-old son in her arms. Lulled by the steady rhythm of the train taking her from familiar Pennsylvania to unknown Missouri, she shut her eyes. How had it come to this?
She longed to confide in Mama or cry on Papa’s shoulder. This was never to be. Mama died of consumption and Papa couldn’t live with his broken heart. Laura had no siblings. Left alone at fifteen with nothing but a rundown farmhouse and a barren field, she sold the property and moved to the city. When she went to deposit the money from the…
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Word Shamble 
Dear Lynn,
A second thank you for reblogging my story and for your lovely intro.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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My pleasure, Rochelle. I really enjoyed the story and just wanted others to read it too.
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I could not agree with you more, Lynn. I should have done the same 😉
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