The idea is to write a story – Flash Fiction – of around 100-200 words based on the photo below.
Tears rolled down my eyes. I reached up and touched one of the sails. I had just picked this piece up from the renovator. I hadn’t seen it in almost two weeks. Every day as I was growing up I saw this. Every time I went to visit Pop mention was made of the craftsmanship and love that went into making this beautiful ship.
My tears aren’t just for sadness, they are also for joy. Mom had passed on years back. Pop was never the same since she was gone. He lost his vigor and he slept much more. This particular time his sleeping and smoking just didn’t mix.
He had fallen asleep in his easy chair and the hot ashes fell onto his clothing. A small red amber took off burning him and the house.
Now, today, it is just me, standing at my mantle, touching the only thing that wasn’t damaged. A piece of my heart I place inside this ship and I will continue to love it each day as much as Pop did.