When The Moment Was Lost – Fiction

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!

garden-mazeWhen The Moment Was Lost

Beyond the garden maze, Sonya could see the gazebo;  beyond the gazebo,  Weeping Willow Swamp.  It was spring.  The scent of wild magnolia and wisteria wafted in the air.   Spanish Moss swayed gently in the breeze.

Sonya joined the other women for a quiet meditation.  They walked within the maze.  Later, they made their way, single file, to the gazebo.  There were seven of them.  Inside the gazebo,  the women formed a circle and held hands.

One of them sneezed.  Sonya giggled.  The spell had been broken.  In the end,  they decided just to drink some wine and trance dance.



photo prompt © Melanie Greenwood

36 thoughts on “When The Moment Was Lost – Fiction

    • Spring, near wetlands or swamps, isn’t the best time to plan a silent mediation ceremony. I’m sure they were aware of this and so brought wine.
      Thank for reading my work and for your comment, Bjorn.


  1. I love this, Ellespeth. I want to walk among beyond the garden maze in the spring time with wisteria in the air, and especially take part in a trance dance. Perhaps they’ll cast another spell together.


    • Yes. I’m certain pollen has interrupted many rites of spring. Hopefully wine and dancing will heal the allergy 😛

      Thanks for reading and commenting on this one. btw, I shall visit your blog this week end – I have a special liking for fairies.


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    • Thanks, Charles. I did somber and mysterious last week 😛

      These 100 word pieces are allowing me so much freedom. I know that sounds odd but…my poetry is so brief. I’ve been working on some sort of description of a Louisiana swamp and this brought me a little closer. Not sure I like the word ‘wafted’ though.



    • When I first moved out to California, my husband’s daughter used to go to something called trance concerts – in San Francisco. I told him that sounded a bit odd to me and wondered, to him, about what might be putting them in a trance. I’m sure it wasn’t wine. Sigh.


  2. A peaceful scene which quickly turned into an impromptu party!
    I love the excuses people make (meditation session, book club etc) when they really just want to get together and drink wine and have some fun 🙂


    • Yes…that’s how those sorts of spring celebrations are – seriously intoxicating.

      When I first moved out to California, I joined a book club. It was one of the most boring experiences of my life 😛 When I read your comment, I remembered that they served wine. I hate wine. I prefer to drink champagne.



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