This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story. She also inspires us with a story of her own. This week’s image comes from Claire Fuller. Click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.
“We played with this for hours.”
Emma held up the tightly-coiled metal, pulling it apart and letting the center section droop.
“Yes, a slinky,” her mother said. “It was—Ralphie’s favorite. He’d wait for a quiet moment, and then you’d hear it come down the stairs. Everyone would laugh.”
Her mother wiped tears away.
Emma let the slinky trip down the stairs, fascinated that this had belonged to a dead boy, younger than her, who was her uncle. Then, she forgot about it.
That night, when everyone was asleep, she heard the unmistakable sound.
“Hi Uncle Ralphie,” she whispered.