PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The last thing he saw was the tree speeding towards him. He had misjudged the icy road completely. What he doesn’t remember is climbing out of his vehicle, finding his way to this little girl’s house where he now sat at her tiny table, watching her pour air into tiny teacups.
“You don’t believe me.” she said.
“There’s no way I’m your imaginary friend!”
She took him by the hand and led him outside. Together they walked in thick snow. She stopped, pirouetted and pointed to the ground, “Look.”
One set of girl-sized footprints were stamped in the snow.
99 words
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. I hope this doesn’t go over too many heads!
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Fajr, Books & That First Cuppa 
Lovely, just lovely
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Ooops, I guess that crash was worse he thought….
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Perhaps he will atone somehow in the afterlife.
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That’s very sad, but at least he can watch her grow up and be her friend as long as she wants to see him.
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At least he found a friend. Not an easy life in an unknown place.
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Loved how you crafted this story and took me by surprise!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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It’s a tragic situation for him, but your story has a tender feeling that softens the horror of his fate. Very good.
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What a lovely story, Fatima! So imaginative.
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Dear Fatima,
That was unexpected and oh so sweet. A very different point of view. Clever.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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How unexpected! A well-crafted tale.
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The little girl was smart to think of this as a way of proof.
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She definitely was smart. 🙂
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I had not made the connection between imaginary friends and ghosts. What great fiction fodder!
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