It’s contest time again!
This particular contest holds a special place in my heart because this is the contest that brought my critique group together ONE YEAR AGO! Last year, we dubbed ourselves The Frenzy Friends in honor of the Fall Writing Frenzy contest that brought us together, and the name has stuck.
It’s hard to believe we’ve been together for a year already, but on the other hand, these special ladies have become great friends and I feel like I’ve known them forever. 🥰
So, for the Fall Writing Frenzy contest, we were given some fall pics to choose from as our writing prompts. Our stories can’t go over 200 words. But, other than that, there aren’t many rules. We can write funny, spooky, scary, dark—basically, whatever we think about when we look at the picture.
Read more about the Fall Writing Frenzy contest here.
I usually write picture books. But, for my contest entry this year, I went for a darker mood piece that definitely has a more middle-grade vibe. And then I decided, what the heck, I’ll make it interesting and write it in haiku.🤓
Here is the pic I chose, and my story is below. Enjoy! 🍁
By Jessica Hinrichs
I was ten years old the day Miss Annabelle died. She was my neighbor. My very best friend. Closest thing I’d ever had to a grandparent. She made the best tea this side of Mississippi. Tea and biscuits, both. When Mama told me, my heart felt like it shattered. Grief-stricken, I cried. A deluge of tears. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Pain unparalleled. A few days later, we walked to the funeral, somber and solemn. Leaves crunched beneath us. An earthy scent lingered, like ashes to ashes. The white church stood out against the vibrant backdrop of orange, gold, yellow. How beautiful, and how odd to notice beauty in the midst of grief. And those bells. Those bells. The ethereal chiming. Still now, it haunts me. A sorrowful song, bidding eternal peace, and a final goodbye. I’ve tried to forget. But, when I hear church bells, or see the autumn leaves, I can’t help but think of that fateful day she left. I miss my sweet friend. But, Miss Annabelle has been gone for two years now. Two heartbreaking years. So, why? I ask, why? Why is she sitting on my front porch swing right now?