Friday Fictioneers: heavenward

Once again I bring you exactly 100 words for the Friday Fictioneers weekly prompt.  I really pushed myself to find something to say about this cloud picture, which is odd for me since I love clouds so much.

Thank you Rochelle!

maui-from-mauna-keaCopyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

When she  awoke she  was surprised to find that she had wings.  Pure white, strong, yet smooth to run your hands over.  She looked around the house one last time.  She wanted to remember everything she had loved about the place.

They’d had a great life together.  Looking at his tired, careworn face she leaned in for one last kiss, and whispered, “I’ll always love you.”

As she rose higher, she forgot the cares of her earthbound life, and gazing out over the clouds she tried to remember something important.

“It doesn’t matter.” she said, and smiling she soared upward.

Words:  100


45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: heavenward

      • Playamart - Zeebra Designs says:

        aha! you are right! i think if we embrace a concept with total attention, we can embrace our genius and coax it forward! i’ll bet that if i tossed out an eclectic assortment of food/culinary items and said, ‘there’s nothing to eat, and all that’s left in the kitchen is….’ you would be able to create something delicious and filling! you’

        • Lynda says:

          I have a friend Lori, who might agree with you Lisa! She saw me do that very thing one evening. 😉

          And, I am glad that you understood that could = cloud in my last remark. Same letters, different arrangement, totally different meaning! 😛

  1. Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

    Oh Lynda, you’ve done it again… This is just so terribly SAD!
    But then. In naught but a moment…

    Pray, forgive me.
    For, I fear,
    That all twas found
    Were flash-froze foam.
    A frigid Frobisher February…

  2. shoreacres says:

    Nicely done! It is really hard to hit a word target, but you did it, and did it well.

    I like the photo, too – except I see it as snow. Even knowing it’s clouds, I see it as snow. I guess I’ll blame that on the weather here – yesterday’s 103 is certainly pushing the limit of what I find acceptable!

    • Lynda says:

      Thank you, Linda! Lately, hitting 100 words seems an easier task than sustained writing.

      I remember that dry heat of the West. Days when perspiration meant a cooling system for your body. In our humid clime perspiration means simply hot and sticky with no hope of drying out unless you go inside where the air conditioning is working overtime.

      Ah… the bane of the South is: “Air you can wear.”

      How did people survive in the deep south before the invention of air conditioning? 😛

    • Lynda says:

      Dawn, it is always sad for us when those we love are gone, but there will be such rejoicing in heaven for all those who make the journey!

  3. pattisj says:

    Isn’t that how it would seem? “I feel like I’m forgetting something…” It’s amazing what can be done with 100 words.

    • Lynda says:

      I believe with all my heart, that the cares of this life will not follow us into heaven. I’m glad that you enjoyed them, Patti!

      I must confess, that you fooled me. I looked at your address and avatar name and KNEW I knew you, but couldn’t place your face…

      DUH! This morning I followed your link back to your site, and instantly knew who you were. You’ve changed your avatar, and it is a beautiful picture too! It is always nice to have a face to go with a name, Patti. 😉

    • Lynda says:

      Thank you, Lori. It is a bit of a mixture of belief systems here, at least for me anyway, but I felt is was poignant and romantic. Reading it out loud to Bob made me get teary eyed.

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