This week’s flash fiction isn’t fiction. Just a 100 words to describe a memory. Picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Jan Wayne Fields
The blue flashing lights bounced off the canvas, waking me up.
“Mum, what’s happening?” I shouted in the darkness.
“Nothing, go to sleep.”
The morning brought a stillness, empty pitches, abandoned vacations.
By lunchtime, there was a collection in the local pub. The coins rattled inside the jam jar, labelled, “For the victims.”
Nobody knew their names, the newspapers waited to print them.
Returning to camp-site, I watched the men remove the charred remains of the tent poles and stove. The scorched grass outlining a square.
Three little lives lost. Grandparents broken hearted.
Fragmented memories that haunt me to this day.
(Overloaded car battery caused an electrical spark and fire.)
The Quiet Writer 
This I hope was an excellent take on the prompt? A truly sad but well concocted story… if so well done take a bow🎉🎊🎭
If it was a recollection… I am sorry it was awful and i didn’t mean to make light of a tradgedy.
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It was a tragedy and to this day, I don’t know what happen. To lose all your children in one night is horrible. It’s hard not to forget those fractured memories.
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And I was hoping it was a tale… how awful it doesn’t bear thinking about. 😕
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Great writing, horrible tragedy.
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It was a terrible tragedy and I can only remember these fragments.
thank you for commenting.
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What a horrible tragedy. Words fail me…understand loss all too well, both sides….
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Now that I’m a parent it takes on a whole new level of horrific.
Thank you for commenting.
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So sad, camping seems such a gentle way to holiday, but danger is alway sadly close by
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We carried on camping for a few more years, but I’m very wary of electrics and tents.
thank you for commenting.
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A terrible tragedy. Camping is not without its dangers.
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I hope modern tents are less combustible than when I was a child. It must have gone up very quickly.
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Dear Sandra,
Sad story. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I don’t think I could have written anything else. The memories came back and stayed.
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Dear Rae,
Not sure why I called you Sandra. Sorry about that. I do know about memories that surface and stay. Hugs and Shalom,
Rochelle
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