Sarolta Ban
Staring out into the reaches of space, dark and prolific with sparkling worlds, the old man heard the dog’s whiskers twitch, as the sheet of leaves flowing from the Life Tree wove around them.
Sighing as an immature, blustering star bucketed through the cosmos towards a neighboring older giant, Mubassir patted his companion’s head.
“Come, Bassira… Irfan awaits our report from his treetop.”
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #249;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘sheet’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘whiskers’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘prolific’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘bluster’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘bucket’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #301: ‘treetop’
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
This story calls for part two. 🙂
😳 Aishwarya 😳 ~ that is very kind
Wow!! This is splendid writing, David. 🙂
💖🙏🏻 Aishwarya 🙏🏻💖
I was wondering as I read, ‘Will he get the prompt in?’
You did! Last word. Well done again, David.
💚🙏🏻 Bill 🙏🏻💚 ~ I do my best
Hi David! How are you doing? It’s always refreshing to visit your blog. It’s also a cauldron of ideas!
🙏🏻🖤 Harshi 🖤🙏🏻 ~ hello, hello! I’m doing well! How have you been?
All good!
🙂
Are you back to blogging? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while!
Yes, it’s been a while. Balance is a tricky thing, but then I decided to go with the flow and things started happening. You just gave me an idea for another poem! That’s the thing about blogger friends; they bring out the best and inspire deeply!
🤗 😘
Right back at you! 🙂
The silence as backdrop in your story, is amazing.
Much💜love
💗🙏🏻 Gillena 🙏🏻💗