Faded Little Hearts – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge  This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan for our prompt!

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Faded Little Hearts – Fiction

Faded little hearts painted on cream-colored walls.  All the laughter.  All the hugs.  Selfies on Facebook galore.  My belly button turned into an outie.

And then everything inside of me ran hot.  Cold.  I can’t breathe.   I’ve fallen.  Crumbled somewhere dark.  But the hearts are still there.   I cling to their colorless shapes.   Between my legs feels wet.

Someone’s lips upon mine.  Someone’s hands hard against me chest.  Someone singing.  “Uh,, uh, uh, uh…Stayin’ alive! Stayin’ alive!”

But the hearts are still there.  And my clothes are red . And we lost you somewhere between my breaths.

Ellespeth

Once Upon A Bed Again – When Chloe Glowed Golden (Fiction)

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challengeThis week’s photo prompt is provided by Goroyboy. Thank you Goroyboy!

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This is a story featuring my children’s book thingy maybe and its main character, Chloe.  Tentatively titled Once Upon A Bed Again.  I’ve posted most of the stories on this blog.  Here’s a new one:

When Chloe Glowed Golden

One evening, when I was babysitting my two grandchildren and one of them had lost a tooth that very day,  the bedtime conversation was about tooth fairies.  Fairies in general,  really,  and the importance of believing in them.

I thought this a good time to bring up my own experience with fairies.  Well.  One fairy in particular.  My childhood bedroom fairy,  Chloe.  She slept in a dew drop near my window sill.

“Sometimes she’d sit on my thumb,”  I said.  “She was no bigger than a tiny blinky Christmas light.  At these times,  all around us glowed golden.  Chloe – that was her name – would flit here and there sprinkling tiny glittery stars and hearts all about.”

“Those moments were magical.”  I was tucking blankets and sheets all round my precious grand-kids.  “Nothing can really describe them.”  And they nodded knowingly.

Ellespeth

The Scent of Lemon – A Journal Entry

Aguateca is a Maya site located in northern Guatemala’s Petexbatun Basin, in the department of Petén. The first settlements at Aguateca date to the Late Preclassic period (300 BC – AD 350).

It’s so dry here this winter.  I’m polishing furniture and wooden masks and bowls and mantles with lemon oil.  Everything smells so fresh and clean.  In the process I’m remembering old friendships…

I pick up a bowl a girlfriend painted for me years ago.  A small wooden bowl.  She painted it a twilight blue and a scene of a lake with egrets and a full moon.  Along the edge she painted the inscription:

The moon and the year travel and pass away
also the day
also the wind.
Also the flesh passes away
to the place of its quietness.

(Maya)

Ellespeth

 

At The Equinox – Flash Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.This week’s photo prompt is provided by Fandango. Thank you Fandango!

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At The Equinox

Sometimes we’d sit on the bench. Saul would tell me everything he knew about vineyards and landscaping. He was especially attuned to new sprouting grasses promising spring. That was his favorite season.

When the grapes were being harvested or the vines seemed dead in hibernation,  we’d sit and he’d take deep draws from his cigar. Everything smelled earthy. Now and then a whiff of green would catch in the air.

“I married her at the Vernal Equinox,” he said one day. “She was all aflutter with flowered crown and rosy cheeks.”

Everything dead around us breathed.

Ellespeth