Been a few days since I posted a piece for the 100 days of flash fiction. I’ve actually had this one written for a few days, but life has gotten so busy that I hadn’t been able to make time to post it until just now. Anyway, this piece is definitely written in a different style than the others I’ve posted. The prose feels a lot more flowery, which I don’t think is necessarily a bad thing, but it’s definitely a style of writing I haven’t read or written in a bit. I based the girl in the story loosely on my oldest niece since it had just been her birthday when I actually wrote the piece and she was on my mind.
Anyway, finally, here’s Day 11:
Prompt: “The garden shrank at night.”
The garden shrank at night—or so Gail had told her. Pulling the skirt of her dress up to her knees, Penny hopped across the series of flat stones to ford the stream. Balancing precariously on one leg as she landed on the other side, Penny steadied herself before continuing down the narrow path. It was cold enough that she could see her breath, and the air still smelled earthy after the morning rain. Penny tucked her chin into her scarf.