This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit to Sonya from the blog “Only 100 Words.” A big thanks to her for the picture and to Priceless Joy for running the challenge.
Word Count: 150
We met under the tower every night as the moonlight cast strange shadows and the gulls cawed overhead.
I always thought the tower looked a bit like a turnip on stilts, but I didn’t tell Miranda that. It wouldn’t have been a particularly romantic comment. She had told me it reminded her of Christmas, the dark green conical thing like a metal tree. She thought the thing on top looked like a star.
My brother told me he thought it looked like a spaceship escape module, coming in to land, filed with heroic astronauts returning home. They’d seen things no one had ever seen, found things no one had ever found, and now they were back.
Sometimes I look at it and I can see that or the Christmas tree. Mostly, though, I see the turnip.
We could find out what is really is, but where’s the fun in that?