Thought I’d start dabbling a little more seriously (can you dabble “seriously”? Isn’t dabbling inherently unserious?) in the microfiction writing community. Soooo, based on a writing prompt from Madison Woods, here’s my first “100 Word” Friday Fictioneer entry:
I pushed my way through the last of the trees and stopped, stunned by the lush, vibrant meadow stretched out before me like a fantastic tapestry, seemingly spun together out of bright, emerald-green thread on the gods’ great looms. A rainbow marked it to me as a good, holy place.
Garrick had said there would be a sign. That I would just know. Garrick wasn’t usually wrong about much; he wasn’t about this, either.
I knelt, like an acolyte before an altar, and dug a small hole, placing the urn gently in the earth. Head bowed, I could only whisper, “Goodbye, Mother.”