My third writing challenge entry today is the 55 Word Challenge – a story in 55 words or less using one or all three set picture prompts. Feeling ambitious, I’ve decided to attempt a piece using all three…
The garden was weeping. Branches drooped and leaves sagged in the downpour, grey clouds hiding heaven from view.
Thomas sat down in the mud by a long-forgotten toy truck, giving the plastic roof a pat.
“I know how you feel,” he said to it, with wisdom beyond his years.
And then he faded away.