Every Friday writers from around the world contribute 100 word stories prompted by a photograph supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my story.
My daughter is leaving for university in the city. She packs the important things: jeans, hair straightener, make-up, nail polish. I squeeze in towels, sheets, a first aid kit, pens.
On her last night we watch the family of sugar gliders who live in the hollow of our ironbark. At dusk they scurry around the trunk, silhouettes against the darkening sky. One by one they leap, spread their membranes and glide like small carpet squares across our backyard into the trees.
We’ve watched generations of timid babies take their first short flights.
This is our first time.