Please read Rochelle and rules for picture prompt at: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/06/8-august-2014/
My picture story comes in at 98 words this week.
The trees had taken over the German structure like aging hands wringing a hanky. Walls crumbled and branches reached through broken glass. Geneva thought of the relatives she never knew. Felt them reaching for her across time just like branch fingers.
Ben’s voice broke her thoughts vibrating her back to the moment, “You’re so white. Feeling okay?”
She looked at her sliver bracelet embossed with feathers and thunderclouds. She felt turquoise stones framed in the cross at her neck. As a Catholic, as an Indian, she wouldn’t have been desirable. She shuddered remembering all sides of her forefathers.