Thursday, February 16, 2012

Grandma's Rock

Today’s Friday Flash Fiction post is my take on the photo prompt provided by Madison Woods. Visit her website    http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/  and find links to other Friday Flash Fiction stories from authors around the globe.


Grandma’s Rock
It wasn’t far from the little cabin. The once well-worn path, now overgrown with greenbriars and honeysuckle, just a faint memory.  Ears strained to capture the harmonious melody of water trickling over stones, I picked my way through underbrush.

There, beneath a slight opening in the trees, was Grandma’s rock.  Solid and unchanged by the ravages of time and technology, the large curvaceous stone could be imagined as a love seat or daybed.
Decorated with patches of moss, lichen, and a smattering of dried leaves—a living memorial to the calluses on Grandma’s knees from washing diapers in the stream.

9 comments:

  1. Hi Russell,

    Grandma's Rock is a pastoral in an of itself. I enjoyed the tone and reverence for nature and, of course, for Grandma herself. A lovely piece.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  2. hi Russell,
    Great piece here - I loved how you so closely associated Grandma with the rock, using adjectives that could describe either and finishing with a scene of Grandma long before she was a Grandma.

    Here's mine:
    http://elmowrites.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/friday-fiction-13/

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  3. I really liked this! Nice job. (blogger dislikes me so I usually have to do some fancy footwork in order to comment)

    A link to mine: http://unduecreativity.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/skipping-stones/

    CC

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  4. I really loved this piece. We all have lifemarks on our body from living. And that this character can pinpoint the location of where his/her grandmother received one of hers is poignant. Very well done!

    The link to my drabble is here: http://quillshiv.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/reading-tree-leaves/

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  5. Hi Russell,
    This if a very nice memory piece and as a resident of the Ozarks, I loved the Ozarky feel of it. Great descriptive writing with a touching sense of nostalgia.
    Here's mine: bridgesareforburning.wordpress.com/

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  6. Okay, that was gorgeous until the diaper line. LOL, nicely done as always,Russell, bringing us back to reality. :)

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  7. Aw, that was charming. I thought you were going to end it differently and I really enjoyed the story ending with the reality of why the rock was Grandma's.
    Good show,

    Lindaura

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  8. I loved this, Russell! Our grandparents worked so much harder than we do--with their hands. I could just see Grandma washing out those dirty diapers! Interesting that you and I both saw the stone slab as a sort of couch. Like minds...

    Here's mine: http://www.banterwithbeth.blogspot.com

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  9. Such a delightful piece. I loved the memoir tone of it. I also liked the comment from bridgesareforburning--it has an "Ozark-y feel." Mine: http://vsta.pr/zMx9VT.

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