Drifting through life

Some time ago, along with her weekly six word challenge, Delores gave us a sentence prompt. "follow the path of ice to the land of frozen dreams" I wrote it down, along with several other Delores had given us over the weeks, and then forgot about it. I found that page in my notebook yesterday and wrote this>>>> Follow The Path Of Ice To The Land Of Frozen Dreams Mandy wriggled and squirmed in her sleep, she'd rolled around so much in falling asleep, the quilt was wrapped around her like a cocoon. In her dream she felt as if she were being sucked down into a whirlpool. Down and down, feeling colder the further down she went. With a bump, Mandy fell out of the whirlpool onto a glittery field of ice cubes, divided by a solidly frozen path of ice that had a sign shaped like a pointing finger. It pointed down the path and Mandy thought, "well, I might as well go this way, there doesn't seem to be any other way to go." She trod care...

The prompt from Delores, from Under The Porch Light,  was woven threads of gold and silver in silk and satin dreams. Some of you who accepted the challenge managed to use the sentence as a whole. I couldn't make it work for me, so I broke it up and wrote this: Woven threads of gold and silver in silk and satin dreams Eileen stared at the dress in the window of the antique shop.   It was the most beautiful wedding gown she had ever seen. At first glance the lines of the gown seemed simple, plain even, but the more you looked, the more detail you noticed. The exquisitely designed bodice with tiny seed pearls, lace and impossibly tiny crystal beads. 75 years ago Eileen had seen this very dress throughout its creation in the back rooms of a small boutique named ExtravORganza. The front of the shop sold organza party dresses with ribbon sashes for little girls, ball gowns for their mothers and sisters, wedding gowns and christening gowns. The back of the ...

This week Delores has given us two challenges for her "Words for Wednesday". The first, six words to create a story or poem with, the second, a couple of sentences to build on to, which she has called "Flash Fiction." We (and you too) can do either or both .Please, join us. I'm posting  the Flash Fiction today and my Wednesday Words on a Friday will be posted as usual tomorrow. The starting sentences from Delores are in bold italics, the rest is mine. Flash Fiction "What a fool he was to have had so much to drink. The world was spinning out of control and out of focus." He'd lost track of time and all sense of direction. Which way to go? He'd come so far into the maze, boasting to the others that he'd be through to the centre and back out again in no time at all, yet here he was, turning left, turning right, becoming more and more dizzy as each new, green lined path, looked exactly like the last one. He looked up ...