for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Fountain.
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The passage of time has been unkind to the garden, it’s become overgrown and the dilapidated fountain’s run dry.
Look, they’re still there among the dead leaves, the coins I threw into the water when I made a wish all those years ago.
What a fool I was to think it would come true, how stupid to wait all those years rather than move on.
I gather them up. They are old, soiled and worthless now, a bit like me.
As I turn to walk away, I fling them back and I’m sure I hear a splash; it’s a sign so I’ll make my wish again and wait a little longer.
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Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
A touch of magic here in your story, Keith. Lovely.
Just a little! Thanks, Sadje.
You’re welcome
magically done. Great six
Thanks so much UP.
All things come to those who wait… Let’s hope so!
You never know! Thanks, Chris.
I like how he found his coins after all that time. I imagine they would have been covered with forest debris.
I guess they reappeared for a reason. Thanks, Frank.
cool*
* a story that lights something within most of us Readers, whether the sadness or the hope, does not matter.
As you say, it matters not. I’m only pleased if has that effect. Thanks, Clark.
Hoping against hope that this time it works.
Hopefully so, though it might be wise to move on. Cheers, Mimi.
Our fondest desires are not easily laid to the side; Hope springs eternal.
Nice one!
No. they’re not. There’s always tomorrow, or the day after, or… Thanks, Liz.
Love the picture used – gives your readers a heads up… kind of.
Your Six is beautiful in its poignancy, Keith. I opt for believing his wish will finally be granted 🙂
I’m pleased you like the picture, I only hope the guy that took it didn’t mind me messing around with the original!
I’m with you Denise, he needs a change of luck.
I love the green fountain against the black and white background.
The protagonist’s wishful thinking smacks of gambling addiction, an issue that I have flirted with myself over the years. It’s a very bad romance best left alone.
It’s amazing what you can do with Photoshop these days!
That hadn’t occurred to me but I see exactly where you’re coming from. Lost again, but I’ll win next time. Thanks for dropping by.
Great piece, Keith, about the propensity of humans to just keep on wishing. Perhaps you need to throw a few coins in Sarah N. Dipity’s pond to improve your chances. 🙂
…now you come to mention it! I might just pop back! Cheers, Doug.
A treat of a Six, Keith, I like the element of ‘second chance’ and hope here.
If at first, you don’t succeed…. Thanks so much
Hope keeps us alive. Nice take.
Without hope we have nothing. Thanks, Indira.
So true.
‘I’m sure I hear a splash…’
I love how you convey the passage of time and the dying hope and then throw in that wee bit of temptation to keep hoping.
Such is life.
Try again, what’s to lose but a few rusty coins? Thanks so much, Jenne.
So melancholy, then a splash of magic, of hope at the end. Well done.
Where there’s life there’s hope. Thank you.
Hopefully there is something in his future that will help him to not feel so worthless and with that new view of himself, he can make progress in making his wishes come true. Nicely written SSS and great photo!
Exactly, the power of positive thinking. Thanks so much for your kind words, Pat.
Serious and sensitive, Keith, an excellent piece.
But it’s the hope that kills…