100 words …

for Friday Fictioneers



I used to love this garden with its swaying trees, smiling flowers, and the calming sound of sprinkling water. 

But now look at it, it’s totally neglected. 

Here in the empty fountain, buried beneath dead leaves are the coins I dropped in all those years ago.  What a fool I was to think my wish would come true.

I’ll gather them up. 

But they are old, soiled and worthless now.  A bit like me.  I may as well throw them back. 

Did I just imagine a splash?  It’s a sign.  I’ll make my wish again and wait a little longer.




img_20200212_122922Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and CEAyr for the photo.

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58 thoughts on “100 words …

  1. neilmacdon Mar 11, 2020 / 13:50

    Perhaps it’s a thing, perhaps just a wishful imagination. Either way, it gives him hope

    Liked by 2 people

    • Keith's Ramblings Mar 12, 2020 / 10:33

      I think you are right! Pleased you liked Froggie – I spent longer on him than I did writing the story”!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Dale Mar 11, 2020 / 15:43

    Hope goes a long way. I like the never say never feel to this.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. pennygadd51 Mar 11, 2020 / 16:21

    If your wish don’t come true, change your wish! There’s always time to be happy. There’s always time to be kind.

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  4. plaridel Mar 12, 2020 / 03:22

    he hopes the longest, to paraphrase jane austen, when all hopes are gone.

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