100 Drabbles of Summer – 59. Picture of man fishing

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59 Picture of man fishing

He’d always loved to going fishing.  The first time his father had taken him, they’d gone down to the river near their house, the shallow, sandy areas perfect for landing a catch.  The two of them had spent nearly three hours there, but when he’d finally pulled in a small bluegill, his father had helped him put the fish in a bucket, and told him how proud he was. 

When he’d had his own children, he’d always dreamed of taking them fishing.  Tara, Mike, and Anna would all enjoy the peacefulness, he knew.  Too bad they lived in the city. 

David Foster.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 58. Picture of brightly-lit Ferris wheel

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58 Picture of brightly-lit Ferris wheel

“Come on,” Anita said, dragging her date by the hand.  “Let’s ride the Ferris wheel.”

He protested; trying on excuses.  It would be boring, he’d rather look for friends, and he was afraid of heights.

“Bullshit,” Anita said.  “Why did we ride the roller coaster then?”

When he ran out of excuses, they climbed into a car.  She’d always loved the annual carnival, especially the chance to make out high above the town.  No such luck.

When she dated a snooty musician years later, she couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t have ridden the Ferris wheel with her either.  

Anita Dawson.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 57. Picture of a dandelion and seeds

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57 Picture of dandelion and seeds

Sketchpad perched on his knees, Mike tried again to capture the exact placement of the light hitting the patch of dandelions.  He could already see clearly the bright, yellow pencil that he would use to fill in the drawing.  Before, he’d always worked in black and white with his pencil drawings, but since Rosa liked color, he figured he could at least attempt incorporating some.

“How’s it going?” she asked now.

Mike sighed.  “Slowly.”

Rosa plucked one, twirling the stem around her fingers before blowing the fluff his way.  He sneezed, and when she laughed, he couldn’t help joining her.    

Mike Foster and Rosa Cruz.  Original characters.

 

100 Drabbles of Summer – 56. Picture of crossroads in a forest

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56 Picture of crossroads in a forest

The forest parted ways, trees splitting into separate paths.  Naomi stopped running.  One of the paths was more illuminated, with less brush and thinner trees.  It looked safer than the other, which seemed to travel straight into the heart of the forest.

She didn’t know where to go.  The city had been such a consistent part of her that she had next to no experience with anything outside it.  If James was here, he’d suggested the darker path, using the shadows to keep out of sight. 

But Naomi was sick of darkness.  Smiling, she turned and ran into the light.      

Naomi Williams.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 55. Picture of a red Chinese lantern

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55 Picture of a red Chinese lantern

Jason stared around him as the parade passed by.  For all the time he’d spent running around Chinatown, because he lived close by and it was somewhere to go, he’d never thought about being present while its residents participated in their holiday.  He knew that plenty of people did it, attended New Years’ celebrations or what not, but he had a few other things on his mind.

Still, he had to admit it was kind of nice, the glow of the crimson lanterns against the night sky creating an ethereal glow.  Their beauty took his mind off his dying mother.  

Jason Vilnas.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 54. Picture of a broken clock

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54 Picture of a broken clock

The clock was broken.  Naomi didn’t know why she bothered to notice.  Maybe because she’d been staring at it so long that she’d just realized now that the numbers weren’t changing.  In the next breath, she wondered why it mattered.  The war was over but that changed nothing.  Nothing mattered any more.

Dimly, she wondered where he had gone.  There was only one he to consider now, not two.  It should’ve made her feel better, not having to choose, had the circumstances not been what they were. 

Maybe the broken clock was more accurate than she’d thought.  Time had stopped. 

Naomi Williams.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 53. Picture of a box of old photographs

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53 Picture of a box of old photographs

On the floor of her parents’ new house, Naomi sat and went through a box of photographs.  The box contained pictures of her and her parents around the house, in the city, and on trips.  The shots of her family as it had been made her feel both happy and sad.

Sprinkled throughout the family photos were occasional glimpses of her old friends.  Strange to think of them that way now, when she hadn’t seen them in nearly a decade and wouldn’t again.  As she flipped listlessly through them it hit her.  There were no pictures of her and James.  

Naomi Williams.  Original character.