Friday Fictioneers – Nothing

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtis

Nothing

Nothing—I’m doing nothing, resting from my researches. Beyond the window, two swifts skywrite, and trees fitfully shake their green pompoms in the light breeze. Halyards strum masts in the harbour. Dappled sunshine through the leaves warm my closed eyelids and fire-up pictures. Images, red and flickering, dance in the darkness, making shapes that twist and curl. A bear cavorts with a polyhedron for a moment and then disassembles into a torrent. I see the answer to the puzzle—it’s simple and I reach out to grasp it. The solution prances away in a shower of fireflies.

I have nothing.

.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

37 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Nothing”

  2. Wonderful descriptions that took me to a different place, especially the shaking pom poms and the halyards strumming against the mast. Strumming – the perfect verb for what that sounds like. And the nonsensical images the brain conjures up when drifting into repose. Good one.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  9. Very gentle rhythm and tone in this. Lovely images, and a good representation of how it feels to be in a state of drifting. I’m interested that he’s resting from ‘researches’, yet reaches for solution to a puzzle. It seems he’s hoping a solution to his puzzle is going to surface as he ‘rests’ in a semi-meditative state, but just can’t quite get there. Fascinating.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Leave a comment