The jerks refused to believe it was because I was so tired.
I woke up annoyed and sleepy.
Ah well. That has nothing to do with today's Friday Fictioneers, which are still hosted by the awesome Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. By the way, her book is available for pre-order!
Please Say Kaddish For Me is based in 1899 Russia, and follows a young girl whose family was killed by the violently antisemetic Russian government of the day. It looks very interesting.
Anyway, on to my own story. Playing around with another of my characters from that series I'm working on. If you've been reading these regularly, you'll know a little about my Diana.
These little flashes aren't really related to each other. I'm just experimenting with ideas.
|PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy|
Word Count: 98
The sky is always the same. Even in this world, with its barren landscapes and blowing snow, a tiny sliver of belonging warms her when she looks up. Today, blue splinters shot through the cottony blanket of clouds.
Diana shivered and rubbed her mittened hands together.
“We’re done here. C’mon, kid,” her deceptively slight companion grunted from the garage.
Tearing her eyes from the comforting heavens, she turned back to the clunky machine rumbling to life within the enclosure. “Ok. Be right there.”
Her breath’s lonely mist dissipated as she climbed the steps to the vehicle’s cold cabin.