It’s that time of the week again, when a diverse group of writers come together to take on the challenge that is Madison Woods’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’. The idea is to write a piece of flash fiction (in this case, a piece of approximately 100 words) prompted/inspired by the following image:
Madison’s site hosts the original image along with her story. Other authors’ stories will be linked in the comments section there. Here’s the link to follow:
I found this week far more challenging than the previous three. I had several ideas bouncing around and, as is becoming habit, I let them percolate until a clear favourite emerged. Normally I write the ‘winner’ in my head. If it sticks until the next day, it’s probably a story I can be happy with. No such luck this time. Re-writes ahoy… tut. That said, here is my entry for this week. I hope you enjoy and, as always, your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated 🙂
Beneath a ceiling threaded with veins of bioluminescence, The Archivist sits in perfect seiza and gazes wistfully at the sprawling skyline below. How many more? she wonders, her fingertips absently tracing the facets of a memory stone.
Gems radiate from her in a fractal whirl, each one echoing a life lost. As a tactile empath, she must find a final home for them. However, the Overseer’s complex coding system irritates, even threatens to diminish the lingering resonance of the souls she encounters. She is weary.
Drawn now to a rubellite tourmaline, her heart swells with a maelstrom of emotion. She experiences the life of a transient with artisan hands, crafting toys from trash for orphans and runaways. This is the life she desires, her final home. A sigh parts her lips and she succumbs.