This week’s challenge from Chuck Wendig is to leave an opening line for a story in the comments.
Here’s what I submitted:
I’m not saying the old widow could do it… not exactly, but many were the whispers of recommendation, and none were the voices of recrimination.
It is actually a hybrid from the flash fiction I started to write last week. We were to select a photograph submitted by another participant and write a 1000 word story. (http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2015/04/03/flash-fiction-challenge-share-an-image-write-a-story/)
I selected this enchanting picture (submitted by Danger Dean.)
The legend goes like this.
There was an old woman, widow of the groundskeeper. She was a midwife and, if you can believe it, a witch. Everyone thereabouts came to her for everything from fever to aching joints, and even the odd potion for other things that ailed them. I’m not saying she could do it. No, not exactly, but many were the whispers of recommendation, and none were the voices of recrimination.
My fiction was about how she finds a newborn babe wrapped in blankets and left on her door step. It is about how and why he came to be there and how she raised him to a young man who eventually sits with her in her last moments.
But, I never filled in all the details and time got away from me. So, it’s recycled. And I’ll have this idea in the back of my mind.