Sunday, June 9, 2013

Bruised Laughter


From the car we could see the lights flash, red-blue, yellow-orange, white-green like a beacon beckoning us.

We stop, tugging my hand and pointing, Julie says "C'mon Mom, hurry up", I have no chance to hide the bruises.

I look past her pointing finger to the top of the ferris wheel, the carts rocking back and forth, like my memories.

Glancing down at her upturned face, lit with expectation, her gap-tooth smile tugging my heart-strings, we begin our ride

As we go round and round my tears are hidden by the shrieks of our laughter echoing in the night.



This tale represents Five Sentence Fiction, which is disabled this weekend.  My long-time friend at glassrocks.blogspot.com and I challenged ourselves to a word prompt.  My word prompt is Laughter.  Hope you enjoy.

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    1. Oh wow, so unexpected that I would receive a comment for this. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. I appreciate you.

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  2. Wow, Barb. So sad and beautiful on so many levels. I really love this story.

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    1. Thanks Kath. I was thinking of the word laughter and wanted to portray what it might feel like in an unusual way. Sometimes we can feel sad about life and its circumstances and still manage to laugh, whether is be because of another person or just because we realize we should just get over ourselves and move on.

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