Gold


She snagged a firefly from the air, removed its light with a fingernail, rubbed it onto the sidewalk to make it glow. But the gold had lost its shimmer. The treasure was gone.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.  We were to write about a color.








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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Gold

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Gold


She snagged a firefly from the air, removed its light with a fingernail, rubbed it onto the sidewalk to make it glow. But the gold had lost its shimmer. The treasure was gone.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.  We were to write about a color.








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11 Comments:

At July 27, 2013 at 8:59 PM , Blogger Ruby Manchanda said...

I loved the depth of this one

 
At July 27, 2013 at 9:32 PM , Blogger Kallan Annie said...

A beautifully layered piece. The harshness of her removing the firefly's light with a fingernail is reminiscent of so many human attempts to control nature's gifts.

 
At July 27, 2013 at 9:36 PM , Blogger Jo-Anne Teal said...

You've taken this to another level by contrasting the light of beauty and the dark of reality. Very well done.

 
At July 28, 2013 at 5:58 AM , Blogger Tara R. said...

Very melancholy. Removing the firefly's glow with a fingernail... powerful imagery.

 
At July 28, 2013 at 6:39 AM , OpenID theflunkedadjunct said...

A little boy who lived next door used to do this, but he'd stick the light to his forehead and chase me. It always made me cry. Beautiful piece. Simple, sad and meaningful.

 
At July 28, 2013 at 7:56 AM , Blogger Draug said...

Oh, that's sad on so many levels...

 
At July 28, 2013 at 12:36 PM , OpenID lindavernon said...

You've painted an unforgettable image with this-- quite vivid indeed!

 
At July 28, 2013 at 2:16 PM , OpenID mairzeebp said...

Quite a picture in so few words. I loved it.

 
At July 28, 2013 at 9:08 PM , OpenID jannatwrites said...

Poor firefly. Sometimes it's better to leave well enough alone.

 
At July 29, 2013 at 3:19 AM , Blogger BCIJo said...

As a lover of fireflies and grandmother of five boys, I know from whence you speak. Nicely one.

 
At July 29, 2013 at 4:40 PM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

One of my favorites.. " But the gold had lost its shimmer. The treasure was gone." A moral here?

 

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