For
A to Z 2015 I will be posting flash fiction, all random, all the crazy musings
of a crazy mind. Hope you like them.
H is for Hope
Winter had ended.
Finally. There might still be snow on the ground, but no matter; the sky was blue,
and not a winder blue. This morning it was a real blue. Summer blue.
The cows didn’t
believe me when I told them; mother, neither. She just saw sky, same as we’d
all seen for the past three years. She didn’t notice the difference.
She just handed me the
same ol’ bucket, expecting me to do the same ol’ chores, like nothing had
changed. And I went, thinking maybe it hadn’t.
There ice was just as
thick in the trough, the sheep just as ornery. With a grumble almost as loud as
theirs, I slid the barn door closed. That’s when I saw it: a tiny white flower
pushed up through the snow.
-Mel
Such a good use of the prompt 'hope'!
ReplyDeleteAnother day, another well writing piece!!
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DeleteI'v noticed how the blue of the sky changes from winter to spring/summer. :)
ReplyDeleteThat is a sure sign of spring.
ReplyDeleteAhhh yes, that first bud of spring, so precious. One must have one's eyes open to see it.
ReplyDeleteI love that she didn't give up despite what her mother or the cows thought and was rewarded with the little flower and the sure sign of spring.
ReplyDeleteI grew up on a farm and I was always looking for those signs of spring. Usually it was the geese flying north that convinced me.
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery of the tiny white flower pushing through the snow :-)
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is perfect. Tiny flowers can be amazing strong.
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