Thursday, 15 August 2013

FSF: Fabric


The flickering wick of the oil lamp caused frightening shadows around the ramshackle tent. The five year old pulled the battered blanket over his head. Mommy had said she would be back before nightfall and they'd leave before the agency found them. Now the clouds were thundering and a thousand angry droplets were trying to make their way through the holes in the sheet. He stood up clutching the fabric, and drawing strength from its familiar aroma walked out to search for his only family.

Note: I apologise for being so...absent lately. Things are going to get back to normal now. 


11 comments:

  1. I really like this, you really get hooked into the story straight away!

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  2. Story draws you in. Can't help but worry about the little boy.

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  3. Oooh, can't wait to find out who 'the agency' is!

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  4. Yes - who is 'the agency'?! Nothing good, at least to a five year old anyway...

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  5. Is this to be continued? Great writing!

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    1. Maybe some other day. Glad you like it! :D

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  6. Aw poor little guy :(

    "A thousand angry droplets" <---That's an awesome description!

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  7. @Katie and Freya: Im waiting to find that out too ;P
    @Fida,Carrie, Patricia & Samantha: Thank you!

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  8. Ooh! Love this. Beautifully written, emotionally ensnaring, and frustratingly short. =( I want more.

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  9. Great piece, amazing setting and anticipation carried in just a few sentences :)

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