(100-word flash fiction)
Everyday, as she walks past, Lila admires the house. Gleaming in the sunlight, it looks so warm and welcoming, so totally unlike her old, dingy shack. She imagines a house filled with bustle and laughter.
Inside the house, the air hardly moves as Maya sits at the window, in her wheelchair, watching the passing girl. She drinks in her spritely walk, her jaunty ponytail sashaying in the sunlight, her intense gaze, almost daring her to walk.
Months later, she tells her surprised doctor, “She willed me to walk, that girl who sent me waves of joyous energy down her gaze.”
I wanted to write something uplifting, in contrast to the somber mood of the winter we are in. Leafless trees and frost. And I do believe in the tremendous power of our thoughts to change our reality. Returning once again to the eclectic group of Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle 🙂