Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
This is where the prompt took me.
I watch the pigs fly, their translucent wings catching light like stained glass. Yellow, green, orange bodies ascending on invisible strings toward a ceiling that breathes.
The black chandelier spider watches everything with bulb-eyes. Patient. Ancient. It knows I know it’s alive.
My hands aren’t my hands anymore; they’re memories of hands. They feel like giant water balloons.
Someone left the lamp burning inside that glass prison on the table. I can hear it humming secrets about the chair backs….they’re not chairs. They are sentinels guarding the threshold between rooms that keep multiplying.
When did the walls start to exhale?
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100 Words
This is “Flying” by The Beatles
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The Elephant's Trunk 
Oh I really enjoyed this
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