The lovely picture for Friday Fictioneers this week is from talented writer Sandra Crook. Here’s my offering for this week. Also, it would please this aspiring novelist if you’d also read my previous post. Comments welcome.
Once a month twelve-year-old, American born Su-Yin spent the day with her grandmother. Before each time she groaned and protested.
“Nai-Nai doesn’t have a computer or even a TV.”
“Or one of these.” Mom snatched her daughter’s iPod.
Flushed, Mom murmured something in Chinese the girl didn’t understand.
Later, Su-Yin pouted in Nai-Nai’s garden and stirred her vegetable rice with chopsticks while she waited for her monthly portion of poetry and boredom.
Instead of ancient verse, Nai-Nai whispered, “When I was your age I watched communists behead my father and murder my brother by a thousand cuts.”