SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 19 January 2017

The Lighthouse Keeper's Wife


Good day to everyone! Today's flash fiction is a little ghostly. Happy reading! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Wife

Flash fiction

They tended to the lighthouse for many years. It was a solitude life but it suited them.

Maria, the wife of the lighthouse keeper kept a garden that was most challenging to keep.

The strong winds off the ocean beat against her berm that protected her garden but not always.

Maria was not one to give up though. She went to the woods and chopped down young saplings and weaved a fence to put around her garden.

Her husband had to go into town for supplies and this time  so she stayed behind.

That night there was a terrible storm and she knew that she would be the one to tend to the lighthouse. Her husband would have to stay in town because of the storm.

She had done this before.

As she was tending to her duties in the lighthouse, she spotted something out in the distance. She wasn’t sure if it was a boat or otherwise.

She quickly went and got her binoculars and took a look out. It was a boat and small one at that.

The strange thing was, it was holding its own to the storm.

Maria went around to the far side where the light was going to shine but it passed over too quick for her to get a closer look.

Then it disappeared. That got her a little worried that maybe the boat was swallowed up.

There was a little bell that rung when someone was coming up the roadway to the lighthouse and it rang.

She ran down the stairs to see if it was the people in the little boat.

When she got down part way she could see a dark figure coming up the road. The beating rain and wind didn’t seem to bother them.

Maria watched for a moment before going down the rest of the way to the main floor. By the time she got there, the jingle of another bell went off.

Maria knew now that they would soon be at the front door. They had to go through her little garden to get to the entrance.

As she was about to open the door, this strange feeling came over her. It was a feeling of dread and that something bad had happened.

Maria opened the door and the stranger looked like her husband but it couldn’t be. He was in town.

The next few moments went by so quickly that no one knows exactly what happened that night.

The next day her husband came back and he found her in the garden.

She greeted him with a smile but he knew right away that something was not right.

When he asked Maria if everything was all right, she just smiled and said it was a peaceful night.

It was the next day when her husband discovered a small boat that had crashed against the rocks. There was one person lying beside the boat. He couldn’t find anymore and guessed if there was, they were swept out to sea.

He told Maria about it and that is when she told him of her story.

They both went back down to the small boat but there was no boat or man. They both disappeared.

Maria then knew who this stranger in the boat was and who was at her door.

That was her first husband who had died many years ago in a small boat trying to get back to her.
He finally made his way back home to her last night.

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Thursday, 12 January 2017

SUNFLOWER SURPRISES-flash fiction

 
Good morning on a very blustery snowy day! Storm days and school closures. What a day! Today's flash fiction is a lot warmer. I hope you enjoy it and if you want you can drop me some hot tea money in the tip jar. Happy reading! 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sunflower Surprises

Flash fiction

It started with a note. It read: You are invited to a special picnic in the meadow behind my house. Wear your tiny flowered patterned dress-please?

I was amused. The dress was my favorite. I wondered what he was up to. But I would play along.

The dress was in the wash I discovered. I pulled it out of the hamper and looked at it. It smelled not bad but I had spilled some mustard on it. Forgot to put some stain remover on it. Dang.

I shrugged and pulled it on. We were going to be in the meadow anyway. I would probably get it dirtier.

So, I did up my hair and did my make-up. I looked in the mirror. My dress was a bit wrinkled but I shrugged it off and went.

It was the yellow color that caught my eye first. I shook my head. I was guessing and I was right-sunflowers.

I didn’t see anyone around and wondered where he went. When I got to the flowers, they were sitting on this basket covered in a makeshift tablecloth. There was another note with my name on it-Maddie.

I opened it and it was a bit of a love letter. Although his writing is awful and his attempt at rhyming was funny, my heart still melted.

“Great, you wore the dress.”

I smiled and turned around and saw him coming towards me carrying a bag. I knew what was in it. He went to the burger joint we always went to.

This was going to be our picnic. I almost giggled.

He had this goofy grin on his face and it was the one who confirmed he was up to something.

He greeted me with a hug and quick kiss.

I looked down at the flowers and then back up at him.

“So, what are you up to?”

He grinned. “I can’t hide anything from you can I?”

I shook my head. “Nope, I know you too well.”

He chuckled. “That is why we are a good fit and I want to make it forever.”

I looked at him as he dug into his pocket and pulled a necklace out and there was something on the end of it.

The necklace swung in front of me until I stopped it to look at what was on the chain.

It was two little hearts entwined. He smiled. “That’s us.”

He placed the necklace around my neck and whispered into my ear.

“We will share our lives forever and maybe one day we can say our vows out here.”

I nodded and he hugged me.

We then sat down on the grass and ate vegan burgers. I didn’t even spill any mustard on my dress.

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Thursday, 5 January 2017

WEB LIES-FLASH FICTION

Hello everyone! Hope your holidays were great. Here is the first flash fiction of the new year. I hope you enjoy.
 
WEB LIES
They live close by and you can hear the whispers. One tries to outdo the other.
It’s like it’s a contest as to who as the better gossip.
They both know everyone’s business including the meadow fairy that it annoys to no end.
One day a dragon fly approached one of the webs and being very brave asked the one spider why she didn’t move. There was a lovely spot over in the daisy meadow.
He fluttered away in time. He asked the wrong one.
The meadow fairy decided to pay them a visit as well. But she feared not.
She eyed both their homes up that were almost touching. The wind had tattered them in places. And dew pulled some ends down in ragged fashion.
She saw the tiny black dots near the middle of each one. The fairy knew that they were watching her intently.
She sighed. “It is time that you ended your feud. I will make a suggestion. Both of you will move to different areas that are of course to your liking and you will both have my protection.”
That spurred movement from both of them and soon they both came to the edges of their webs. They did not look at each other but gave the fairy queen full attention.
The meadow fairy smiled. “That’s better. Now follow me and I will show you some excellent locations.”
After much snapping at each other, they both found their perfect places.
Of course each spot over looked the entire meadow and they could still see each other and keep an eye on one another.
Their gossip continued.
 
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Thursday, 22 December 2016

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Thank you to all who have stopped by to read Short Stories & Stuff this year. I hope you all enjoyed it. I will continue on in the new year with a new post the first Thursday of January. Plus some new things happening that I will share then. I wish you all a Merry Xmas and a Happy Safe New year filled with good health and happiness!!
 
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR
 
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Thursday, 15 December 2016

THE THREE CHRISTMAS DOLL SISTERS-FLASH FICTION

Hello! It's getting close to that time of year so I thought I would write a little Xmas piece for you. Hope you enjoy!

 
The Christmas Doll Sisters
Flash fiction
Once a year on the eve of Xmas, three very special dolls come to life.
Only those that believe in Santa and his elves will ever see them. Those who have grown and choose to not believe will never see the magic.
They come out of their hiding spot and venture out to all the children’s homes that believe in them. They place special gifts under the tree.
These gifts aren’t always in pretty packages. The next morning the children get other surprises like someone showing up that they hadn’t seen for a very long time, like a friend that had moved away.
They get to play all day with them and remember that time.
Other little surprises are things that were thought to be lost are found and some are found under the tree. The joy in having it back puts many a smile on little faces.
Treats of cookies are sometimes left on plates. These are cookies filled with yummy jam or coated in icing sugar. Mother forgot that she had made them. Or did she? She is very busy.
The Christmas dolls do all sorts of things on this night but the most important is that every child wakes up the next morning to something that will put a smile on their face.
With a little a little merry wish and a kiss of magic, Christmas day delivers its magic with the help of three very special little dolls.
 
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Thursday, 8 December 2016

THE WHITE HORSE-POEM


Hello everyone! We are just digging out of a snow storm we had over the last two days. So my wintery story here feels like good timing. Hope you enjoy! 
 
 
 
 
The White Horse

Poem

It was winter’s night.

Cold.

Clear.

Diamond snowflakes danced upon the whiteness of the snow under the moon’s light.

I walked the snowy path; to where I do not know.

I looked behind; there was no foot prints.

I kept walking.

There was no choice.

 

As I walked, a snowy owl graced me with its presence.

It called out in prose that chilled in the winter’s breath.

I followed it until it disappeared into the dark navy sky.

Snow rushed around me and rushed ahead.

I kept walking.

 

My eyes squinted in the moon’s light to see the glow a head of me.

It could not be.

A white horse was standing there. The moon’s light bathed it.

Maybe the Moon’s light was a horse.

Long white mane glistened with silver and white.

White breath snorted from its flared nostrils.

Even though it was dark, I could see the dark eyes that lured me closer.

 

It threw its head back and with a slight prance it gives me one more daring look.

With abruptness, the white horse turns and runs.

Snow filled with silver dust sweeps across my face with denial.

There are no tracks for me to follow.  

All that is left is my desire to keep walking.

At the end of my journey, the white horse awaits.

A call from the owl reminds of past prose.

 

I stop and give caution to the chilled wind.

Navy blue eyes give whimsy to my action.

Soon, it is I who lure the white horse.

The white horse bows and I mount with full intention.

We ride into paths, where we do not know.

 

But finally as most dreams wake.  

The white horse ends the journey.

I dismount with a heavy heart.

The white horse turns and runs sending snow and silver dust into my eyes.

 

When sight clears, I am left with prose full of promise.

I smile and bid my friend well until we meet again.

My white horse.

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Thursday, 1 December 2016

Dreams Take Flight-flash fiction


Today, instead of my usual pics I find I'm giving you one of my doodles. I love dragonflies. Hope you enjoy Dreams Take flight! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dreams Take Flight

Flash fiction

It’s a mystical feeling. Everything is quiet and the air is sweet with the perfume of the meadow.

There is a flutter here and flutter there. It could be a breeze or something else. If you feel a tingle race across your skin, then maybe you’re not alone.

Shimmers of light sparkle in the sun and you can feel the magic and it takes you with it.

Your mind races to places that you know don’t exist. But it is peaceful.

You feel like you are flying too and it’s wonderful. The current of air around you is soft and warm.

Perhaps what sounds like a whisper urges you to come fly but you don’t have wings.

It doesn’t seem to matter though. In this dream anything is possible.

Blues and golds swirl around and everything you touch is mystic.

Fly, fly away and let them take you.

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