It is not quite Friday but close enough for Friday Fictioneers.  We’re headed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  We tell stories of 100 words or so –  inspired from a photo prompt.  Anyone can join in, if you’re so inclined.  Here’s my 100 words this week.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She was momentarily blinded by the light.  In that moment, a memory of another light flashed through her mind.

She was six years old again.  Her mother was shaking her.

“Wake up, May!  Wake up!”

She opened her eyes.  A naked lightbulb dangled from the ceiling, its light blinding.  May stared in awe and silence.  She did not utter any words or questions but did as she was told.

They took a taxi from the hotel to the station and boarded the train to Hong Kong.  She will always remember that day when she first saw electricity and her father.

31 thoughts on “LET THERE BE LIGHT

    1. Thank you, Claire! She was from the village with no electricity. She and her mother were on their way to Hong Kong when she was six. I’m not sure about China, but today there are still villages in third world countries without electricity.


      1. Ah! I didn’t realise she was already on the way – I just assumed she was still at home and suddenly woken up and there was electricity! But that makes sense now.

    1. There’s still parts of the world that don’t have electricity or reliable electricity, for instance some villages in Ghana. Thanks for reading.


  1. Nice description of the child’s memory. Interesting that her first sight of electricity is connected with her first meeting with her father. I like how one flash of light serves to take her back to another in her childhood.

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