Only the few people she’d told knew about this place and each year, she would take her 4-by-4 up the rugged hills and mountains to this very spot. At the top of the mountain is the spot where her dad is buried when he died jumping out of an airplane with a malfunctioned parachute. She would never forget all the times they’d jumped together, with him above her counting the seconds before it was time to pull the rip-chord. It’s sure sad she would now have no one to do those things the way she did them with her dad.
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
This is beautifully written. What a sad memory for her.
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Thank you and yes, it’s sad. I just about cried while writing it.
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Very well written.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I’m glad I’m reading this a couple of weeks after my first ever parachute jump and not before it!
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Haha! I’m glad too.
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A haunting memory!
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A very sad memory! But at least she has a lot of good ones before that to give her a little solace.
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I agree. Thank you for reading.
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A powerful, sad story. Well done. 🙂
BTW – it’s ‘rip-cord .
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Ah, okay. 🙂 Thank you.
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Hopefully, she won’t share his fate. A poignant tale indeed.
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I hope so. Thank you for reading.
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if anything, he died doing what he loved.
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Very true.
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Sad. I had to re-read to make sure I was picking up the fine points–thought maybe I sensed a sinister undertone, but I’m not sure.
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I didn’t sense anything sinister when I wrote this. This was merely the way the narrator had chosen to memorialize her father.
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Yes, I could see that. Relieved to do so 🙂
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