PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

Each lambent lantern that floated past the invigorated humanity was given a name by my head racked by tumult and turmoil. It was a baptism of absolute significance. A christening that had to be done with great purpose lest one forget the ‘floaters’.

‘Hope’ slowly meandered away in lockstep with ‘love’, as ‘friends’ made a determined push to get away as far as possible from the river bank which was by now a cacophony of shrill voices and shriller laughter. Yet I could see my ‘laughter’ drifting further away from me every passing second.

Then I stopped.


This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Carla Bicomong

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