Reading to Write

My Path to Becoming an Author



It’s Friday Fictioneers time again.  Every week the gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple posts a picture prompt.  Many writers, experienced and otherwise, flock to her and use the photo to stoke their imaginations in only 100 words.  To read what all the others found in the prompt, click the frog below mine.

The frostbitten branches of the lilac bush whispered in the chilly breeze.  A dismal gray fog drifted along the ground.  Mandy leaned against the porch post and stared at the tombstone that had haunted her all her life.

“Why, Daddy?  Why was it my fault she died?  I didn’t ask to be born.  I sure didn’t want her to die before I even knew her.  She is the only one you ever loved.  Shall I have your tombstone carved to say ‘August, husband of Jane?’ It sure won’t be beloved father of Amanda. You never wanted to know me.  Goodbye.”


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