Okay, I’m cheating on this one…I can’t hear symptom without thinking of the good Doctor…lol
Mama kept a bucket hidden in the back of her closet. I discovered while snooping around, looking for my birthday present. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I did. Mama’s bucket was covered with a fine white lace like Grammy used to have hanging in her cabin before she died. I don’t know why Mama’s bucket was covered, but it was. I thought the bucket was empty, but it wasn’t. It was half-filled with salty water. Mama scolded me for finding her bucket of lost and forgotten dreams. I found her bucket overflowing the day she died.
This 99-word story was written for the Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge.
two hearts, one love, one future
composing their life
Welcome to the Story Starter Challenge!
Every day I will post a new sentence prompt. Use the provided sentence somewhere in your post. It can be a starting sentence, closing sentence, anything you choose. Read it and see where the sentence takes you.
Today’s prompt: “There is nothing under your bed.”