Here’s my response to this week’s prompt from Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. The photo prompt is below. My word count is 175.
I remember Gray.
I remember how we ran through the fields chasing one another, our laughter filling the air with joy. I remember picking berries and grapes off the vines to make into jam. I remember the sound of his voice as he promised that one day, we would have fields of our own.
‘We’ll make our own jam and sell it. People will come from miles around to buy it. They’ll love it!’
Those were the days when I believed I could become anything I wanted to. Ours had been a simple dream that neither of us had needed to consider in detail. Gray had promised that we would make it.
Over time, other things became important. I discovered life is more complicated: money, a job, and stability took over. Childlike dreams of berries and jam cannot pay the bills.
The fields are still there, but Gray and I have moved on. Neither of us pick berries or grapes anymore. Let the fields inspire others in the hope that their dreams will come true.