Friday Fictioneers: Moma


Moma taught me her ways.

She saved her cures in a collection of colored bottles on the shelf.

She cured their diseases, ulcers, arthritis, and memory lose.

They thought she was a little nuts because she lived life differently.

She spoke to the wild animals that came to her yard. Her garden was luxuriant even during a drought. She knew things; she said the dead told her.

When she passed, they worried I’d be just like her.

They think I don’t follow her ways, because they think I threw her bottles away.

I save her bottles in my collection of oilcans.

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts the writing challenge Friday Fictioneer. She posts a photo and we write a 100 word flash fiction about the photo.

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