The rainwater made the schoolyard shine like polished obsidian, glinting in the glimpses of golden light that shone through the wall of grey cloud. Erik stood alone, hood pulled up, bent under the weight of a backpack almost as back as him, and kicked at puddles.
His friends– Aamina, Harith, and Firdos – weren’t there that day, not a single one of them.
Erik made up stories: they had been taken by creatures that lived in the rain and he would have to ride off to the clouds to save them, they had been taken by secret spies and the other spies would ask Erik to rescue them, they were working on a rocketship and would show up with it at the school and ask him to go with them to the moon.
He stood by himself in the puddles and waited for them to show up.
Word Count: 133
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s 100th Challenge! Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Jessica Haines for providing the photo prompt!
What a super take on this prompt. Great imagery and good descriptive style. Well done.
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Great imagination, well done..
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Very nice take on the prompt
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Subtle and powerful. Superb.
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This is so sweet! A child’s imagination running away with him as he waits for his friend! I love it!
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Just right, I love how children develope stories, and I loved this story.
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Something tells me Erik is going to be waiting a long time.
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Hopefully not that long. Thanks for commenting!
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Well written, indeed. I watched a little one yesterday waiting for the bus the same way – all alone. I donned my coat, slipped feet into shoes and went downstairs to let him know there was a snow delay. Some people where I live don’t have tv or radio… and it was coooold yesterday morning.
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Thank you! That was nice of you to let that little boy know.
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I wonder if they would take me to the moon with them 🙂
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If that’s where they were, I’m sure they would. Thanks for commenting!
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I might just have an inclination to where Erik’s friends are.
Ohh children, how vivid and beautiful their imagination is. And I loved the description at the beginning of the story.
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Thank you! And I think you’re probably right.
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Poor Erik! It made for a heartbreaking image, although I like to think eventually, his friends did show up…
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I would like to think so too. Thanks for commenting!
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Great take on this. The innocence, the imagination…
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