Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
When The Moon Was Full
Aurora gazed out the window, past the delicate dewdrop frozen on the Chrysanthemum, to the ocean. She was writing at her desk, an old corked apothecary jar within reach.
I didn’t choose to be born. I will choose that now and live the mystery of rebirth.
She rose from her desk and headed outside, carrying the jar and her note. Aurora ran until she was breathless.
At the beach, she rolled her note into the apothecary jar and threw the jar into the ocean.
The moon was full, so Aurora danced a little jig back to her cottage.
Ellespeth
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb
Views From A Poet 
Ellespeth, Whatever she’s planning, it seems to be causing happiness. Maybe she’s trying to send hapiness to whoever finds the bottle. Joyous piece. Well written. 🙂 — Susan
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Aurora does seem determined to be happy, that’s for sure! I was feeling a little joyous last week.
Ellespeth
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I wonder who will find the jar. I wonder how far the jar will travel. So many stories ahead of the jar.
Lily
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It may sink and never be found at all…hopefully it served its purpose, though. I’m glad you passed by and I appreciate your comment.
Ellespeth
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Feels like a magical tale. But maybe she is just starting over again.
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I think she’s just making a slight detour. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Ellespeth
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Dear Ellespeth, I love your story. It is whimsical and magic all rolled into one! Good job and I love the name Aurora! Very moving story. Nan 🙂
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Hi Nan ~
I’m happy you enjoyed this piece and found it magical. Never hurts to let the magic in:)
Ellespeth
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I think it’s good to let life rely on a lottery ticket. Hope her bottle reach a good destination..
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That’s exactly how this story came about: I was walking and the thought came to me – well it fell out of the clouds – that there were probably lots of baby boomers born by ‘chance’ because birth control was a sin. And then – voila – came this story from that thought.
Nice to see that you passed by and read this piece.
Ellespeth
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The little jig under a full moon brings hope to this story.
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That’s what I was wanting to offer. I think we were reaching a full moon this week, too!
Ellespeth
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This made me smile.
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More of us need to dance little jigs under a full moon! Fun and free 🙂
Ellespeth
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Hmmm . . . Interesting message in a bottle. Will someone finding it be intrigued enough to seek her out?
Marie Gail
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Oh no. This bottle won’t be found anytime soon. Aurora didn’t put the cork back on so…it sunk. On the other hand, the note could appear inside an oyster shell one day.
Ellespeth
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A bit of white witch magic in this wonderful story. Like draliman, I thought it was heading in a different direction so I was quite relieved with the ending and joined in her little jig (metaphorically speaking!)
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Ooooh! Wouldn’t that be exciting and you could be right – that might be what’s going on! That has my imagination going! Never hurts to dance a little jig.
Thanks for passing by, Siobhan, and for your comment.
Ellespeth
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Dear Ellespeth,
It is almost as though she is committing her old name to the deep and will start afresh with a new one. There us so much room for interpretation in this beautiful story that I will return to mine the comments section and see what is revealed there. Well done,
Aloha,
Doug
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Hi Doug ~
I’m not sure what the fresh start will be about – maybe just a detour would be my guess. I hope she keeps the name Aurora because the original name I had for her was Electra – somewhat depressing…when I finally sat down to write the piece I couldn’t remember the name Electra so I renamed her Aurora and that worked on a very unconscious level – day dancing with night.
I’m glad you enjoyed this piece…
Ellespeth
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Dear Ellespeth,
I could picture her dancing on the beach. Nice description and imagery.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hi Rochelle ~
That’s my favorite image, too 🙂 I’m still struggling to find the beginning, middle, and end parts of story crafting. I think I almost made it this time – at least there seems to be a turning point going on. Isn’t there a middle and a turning point to a story? I’ll get there one day – in 100 words or less.
Ellespeth
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Sounds like she’s starting afresh. Which is good, because when I read “note”, “apothecary jar” and “didn’t choose to be born” my first thought was “suicide”.
I love the little jig she danced on her way home, I can picture her!
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Some of my characters have come close to suicide but…I can’t imagine that sort of hopelessness or perhaps I just don’t want to. My own life has shown me the importance of hope in the midst of despair. I’m sure many lives do.
Aurora seemed the type to dance a jig under the full moon. At least that’s what she told me she wanted to do 😛
Ellespeth
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aurora – her name says it all. a new beginning. well and good.
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You know, plaridel, I first wanted to go with Electra but when I sat down to write the story, I couldn’t remember the name Electra 😛 So I used Aurora and kept that name because I liked the image and night and day dancing.
Thanks for passing by my blog and for your comment.
Ellespeth
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