Othorn stared closely trying to catch a glimpse of the space between spaces. His nose was inches from a vast expanse of blinding white that now flooded his vision.

He swore the faintest call for help was carried through the air to his ears as tiny structures in the desolate landscape began to take form.

“Othorn!” a voice jolted him from his trance. “You going to finish making that latte or kiss it?”

Grasping the shaker of cocoa powder he dusted the white landscape lightly whispering to himself solemnly, “Sorry friends.”

(91 Words)

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy


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April 22nd, 2015

Posted In: 100 Word Stories, Friday Fictioneers, Short Stories

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  • Mick Lively

    Micro meets macro: an interesting take on the photo.

  • I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I saw it. Now I need a coffee….

  • elmowrites

    The space between spaces – very evocative.

  • Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    Dear Danny,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.

    Othorn has a vivid imagination. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  • Thanks Rochelle. 🙂 I’m excited for the next one!

  • Ga H

    I love this. There is this mysterious white world… smothered by cocoa. Great story.

  • Glad you liked it. Nothing like a little chocolate dusting. 🙂

  • mjlstories

    Sometimes a coffee means a world to me too…

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