Might As Well

August 6, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Family travel, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, History, Lunch, Micro-fiction, Photo prompt, Practical thinking, Ruins 39 Comments

sandra-crook

“They don’t know how to park around here.”

Gail rolled her eyes. Just like Stella to find something to criticize, instead of taking in the big picture. And this was big! “How old are those?” she pointed at the castle’s remains on the hill. The walls stood sentry still. Empty windows portals to the past.

Mom consulted the guidebook. “11th Century. Even older foundations.”

Gail opened the window. The warm air smelled of old stone and fresh bread.

“Close that thing,” Stella groaned. “It’s probably full of plague.”

“Too late, then. Might as well stop for lunch before we’re dead.”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: Sandra Crook

Anew

March 23, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, History, Home, Memory, Micro-fiction, Nothing is Impossible, Old and New, Revisiting, Ruins 36 Comments

bet-shan

She took the bus to near as possible. Then walked. A few cars honked, perhaps to offer a ride. Perhaps to get something she wasn’t offering.

She waved them off. Walked on.

It made sense to arrive by foot. As in the times before.

The times she should have no way of knowing, yet did.

Remember.

They’d tried to put her behind locked windows between soft walls when she first tried to speak of it.

She had learned not to.

But her soul knew.

And there it was. As then.

Almost.

The stone crumbling, yet still her olden home.

Anew.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Bell To Tell

March 17, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Archeology, Bells, History, Lens-Artists, Past and Future, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Ruins, Stories, Through children's eyes 20 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Ephstein

What lesson does history tell

Of shattered bits,

And scratched on bells?

Can peals of old

Be heard

Be said

So we not ruin

What’s ahead?

For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: History

Forgotten Foundations

January 5, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Abandomnent, children, Deserted, Flash Fiction, Foundation, Micro-fiction, Ruins, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 17 Comments

Photo: Ofir Asif

“Will he come back?” Leah peered over the wall.

Rachel pulled her younger sibling back into the shade.

“Will he?” Leah pressed.

“I don’t know,” Rachel’s voice caught. She coughed to hide her fear. She’d break if her sister became frightened. It would make everything too real.

She didn’t know where they were. A car ride preceded a long hike into the desert and the nap in the ruins. “Best thing during the heat of the day,” Dad said.

He was gone by the time they woke, deserted like forgotten stones.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Foundations in 91 words