Copyright – Rochelle Wisof-Fields
Ah the weekly interpretation of a picture, one that many of my fellow writers will share. Each of us will see this different, but all will follow the simple rules. We are allowed just 100 words to craft a tale. The other 900 promised from the picture will be saved for later, allowing for a brief adventure you may enjoy. I invite you to share in the adventure with us, whether you write your own or read the rest that follow. Rochelle, thanks for the administration and the willingness to heard this rag tag bunch of wordsmiths as we mix pictures with our copllections of text.
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Judy could not believe this was all that remained. Her parents lived in the seaside town four decades with no concern for safety. She saw the forecasts about SuperStorm Sandy. She discounted the overdramatic predictions and assumed they were wrong. Now a menora, her dad’s prized first telephone growing up and one photograph of him were all that remained.
Sidney, her youngest was still too young to know what had happened. She sat coloring in Judy’s lap as her mother stared at the three strange objects. She said “No mommy!” when Judy’s tears began to smudge her coloring book page.
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Joe's Musings 
Unque take, and very realistic.
well done. would not have thought to connect this to the storm, but it makes sense with such few items.
you brought the tragic effects of Sandy alive…now, what will happen in the aftermath of this event? only the story teller knows… ❤
Hi Joe,
Good topical story. You skillfully connected the present and the past. Ron