Reflection -Friday Fictioneers

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All she had to do, was to light the old oil lamp, and the reflection of the glass would bring back unforgettable moments.

That was the time of the day when the shadows of the past started to dance all around her.
The warmth of smiles and the sadness of loss and her in the middle, surrounded by never ending love.
Sitting alone was her therapy after a long day at work.
Soon this house would be filled with all the people she loved, but for now, it was just her and the flickering flame of the old oil lamps.

(Word Count: 100)


It’s Wednesday again, and it’s time for another 100-word challenge. Times seems to fly these days.

The Friday Fictioneers are held by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click >>>here<<< and join the fun. It’s an amazing challenge. Every week I fear that I might not come up with another idea and every week I proof myself wrong.

I do have imagination -who would have thought. 🙂

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38 thoughts on “Reflection -Friday Fictioneers

  1. I loved this. Initially, I suspected something sinister, probably because we read so much of that in flash fiction, but you took the path less traveled. Good for you. I never get tired of reading about pure love.

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