PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb
Joan had been living in this desolated neighborhood. Desolated, but pretty, thanks to nature’s abundance.
While her father undertook business trips, her mother was the anchor at home. Crocheting by the fire, her hands weaved magic.For the very first time, her mother had gone out for a day.
The storeroom was where her mother had stacked her creations.Boredom striking,characteristic of a restless teen, she marched off to the storeroom. Admist the numerous handiwork she was surprised to find a pot emanating light of its own.From afar, she could even smell the wonderful perfume it produced.
A practiced art at work or a magician’s trick?
Acknowledgements :- Thanks Rochelle Wisoff- Fields for running the challenge at Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write in about 100 words based on the photo prompt. For guidelines please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.