Photo Prompt: © Madison Woods
Simone went berry picking with her cousin who had been after her for a week. She finally gave in. It had been the first time in five years she had ventured into these woods. Nicole was nattering about mon oncle Ovid and his eccentric ways. Simone half listened, dodging gnats and wishing she were home with a good book. Suddenly she heard Nicole call out to her. “Look there’s a pond here. Viens vite!” Simone got to the other side of the bushes and stopped suddenly noticing the tree by the pond, where she’d lost her son.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/27
Written for: Friday Fictioneers June 27 2014, Photo prompt
Copyright -Mary Shipman
The auction was on. People piled into the Bourgeois house out of curiosity, no one really wanted to buy a house after what had happened. It was five years ago. The city waited out of respect for their past Mayor François Bourgeois but the taxes had to be paid; the law said 18 months in arrears and a property had to be auctioned off to cover at least unpaid taxes.
A young girl was lagging behind her mother, staring at the wallpaper where the little Amelie had slept. She remembered sadly, playing Barbies here. That was before the Bourgeois Massacre.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/20
Written for Friday Fictioneers – Photo Prompt June 20,2014 – Fiction under 100 words.