Copyright : Erin Leary

Copyright : Erin Leary

Dad took me along to spare Mom’s nerves. It was a place out of time where old friends met occasionally.

One morning, they took me along on a walk. Bob, the owner, talked of dogs that he used to have by his side right here. Dad said it reminded him of winter jogs in Germany when he was in the military. Ted said he’d last seen blue herons when hunting with his dad before he died. Akenai said  it looked like before the white people got here.

I said nothing. I’m too young … but maybe I’ll remember this place someday?


( 100 words / 0 numerals ; title not included. )

The above short story is an entry to a weekly challenge on WordPress called : Friday Fictioneers!

The idea is to write a hundred words short fiction ( flash ) story upon the prompt that is provided by Rochelle under the form of the above picture.

Thanks then to Rochelle whose blog is found here :



and I hope my readers will like it.

14 thoughts on “The mists of memory’s slough lane.

    • TYVM Patrick. Although this is one flash that I could have gone for twice the word count, the constraint sparked another level of reflection that I will re-use in today’s post because it is how it indeed works but as a species, we tend to forget that. I almost called the piece transmission on account of it and was saved from a poor title by the pun allowed by Erin’s slough.

      Have yourself a great day, Tay.

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    • Then you need to read Georges Pérec’s Life A User’s manual. It corresponds in full mastery to your comment. I suggest that you don’t read reviews and trust me and find it. A long week-end or going away in a secluded place to read it in peace would be even better. Big dense novel with an amazing structure. Brilliant!
      Do come back and comment if you read it please? Tay.

    • Thank you lovely lady but I give credit to my character. Having decided to stick with that 8-yo and going to check the photo’s originator’s blog, when the subject is not clear enough, I found the dogs and blue herons there. Having ( or is it being ? ) a bagful of memories about all of these, I only needed to integrate them. It’s the prompt and the boy that make up the stories really, I just type them down?

      I’ll now go read your’s and everyone’s, good day Lindaura, Tay.

  2. I liked that you incorporated so many layers into this piece. I wondered about ‘Mom’s nerve’ assuming she was feeling a bit fraught, (though in the UK that ‘nerve’ in the singular means something different), and about whatever happened to Bob’s dogs. We saw a little bit of the history of Dad, Ted and Akenai too, which was quite an achievement in a brief piece. I disliked the use of a question-mark at the end, but then you know I have a thing about that. :) Well done.

    • Thanks Sandra! The missing s in nerves was only that a miss…take and is now corrected thanks to you. Bob’s dog went the way of the one in AnElephantCan’t’s story, since they live shorter lives than us. As for that question mark that touched a nerve again ;) , it is utterly unavoidable. My character is an 8 y-o with a lot of imagination, more than knowledge. There is nary a thing that is certain to him, it is all to happen yet. He’s never sure, constantly wondering.

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