Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction
Today I am participating in the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. You can find out about this weekly blogging challenge as well as read the stories of other participants at the link above. We are provided with the photograph below as a prompt for our stories. Please enjoy the Garden of Stone and Glass.
Credit: Al Forbes
The Garden of Stone and Glass
“Mom. Why did Grandma have such strange things in her garden?”
Meredith dreaded this day. Since her mom’s passing, she had been able to keep Jeremy away from the bizarre things that had been so prevalent during her childhood but now they were forced to move into her childhood home.
“Mom did you hear me?”
“I did sweetheart but I don’t know what you mean.” Better to keep to just what he notices and not volunteer more than necessary.
Pointing at the large piece of slate enclosed in the glass showcase, Jeremy shouted, “That mommy.”
Before Meredith could decide how to respond, Jeremy let go of her hand and ran toward the object of his inquiry. She shouted, “Don’t touch it Jeremy, ” but it was too late.
His little hand penetrated the glass as if it was made of water and in a flash of light he was gone. Meredith fell to her knees and cried out his name but she knew her son had just joined the gardens of stone and glass. Soon a new exhibit would appear somewhere in the garden.
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