Morning light softened the old farmhouse standing warm and quiet in the distance as if holding its breath. Grandma had sent her outside, “Your mama needs quiet right now," she whispered, hurrying back into the house. So with plaid wool coat belted snuggly about her waist, Sarah gripped the handle of the old wooden garden cart, slowly collecting items from the newly cropped field: smooth stones, crow feathers, a crooked twig shaped like a wishbone and arranged them like treasures in her cart. Finnegan bound ahead, red coat gleaming in the growing light. She paused often, listening. Every breeze felt like a promise, every birdcall a celebration. The field hummed softly, the barns in the distance stood guard. Then, a faint newborn cry floated from the farmhouse, drifting across the field like music and her heart soared. This was the greatest treasure of all!
by Margaret Bednar, November 29, 2025
This is linked with "Sepia Saturday #803" I have written to one of my favorite Photos on Board I have in my collection - 144 words exactly.
Also linked with "Poets and Storytellers #205"
10 comments:
Oh margaret You made the picture come alive with your words Beautifully written
I love your writing style.
Oh yes, what Marja said!
O Margaret, the ways the bigger child is siphoned away from the birth scene. I remember my grandfather taking me with him in his truck. He was making a studhorse round while I stayed in the truck while my sister was being born back home in the farmhouse.
What a lovely story beautifully expressed , plus I did like the charming picture of the little girl in the checked coat.
Your text and photo work exceptionally well together. And the photo's focus is a huge help in achieving the desired effect!
Love your chosen photo, and love your lovely words to describe it. :))
Such a little big sister in her warm coat.
This was a charming micro-story to compliment a beautiful photo. The child's position in the field with her little cart may be the inspiration, but the dog, of course, steals the show. Now that I think of it, you could rewrite the story from several perspectives: the little girl, her mother, the photographer, and the dog too.
Lovely microfiction bringing alive the visuals
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