The Friday Fictioneers is a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The task of the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Reciprocation is the life of this challenge!
Feet Of Clay
Billions of stars brighten the nightsky.
They dance high above, light and free. They are nothing like me.
Me? I got feet of clay, heavy and slow. I’m not flickering, dancing and floating like fire and air or even water sometimes. There’s no grinding and burning and storming, no destruction, no drama. That’s not me.
Do I envy them? No.
I am moved by fire, shaped by water and by air. They use me. I ground them. I give them a stage. Together we are life.
I shelter and nurture, protect and preserve.
I am earth. I endure. I remain.
I was scribbling and researching and writing and deleting a story about asteroids and shooting stars but it just wouldn’t click. (Been done to death anyway.) This moring, I don’t know from where, this idea jumped into my head and I had to write it down right away. Thank you, muse!