Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. Please follow little froggy for more stories.
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate the day!
Oh my goodness! I want to try this again. So it’s a story born from a poem I wrote a while back. What I’m attempting these days. Story is first and poem follows.
Here is the picture and my submission for this week:
The Story:
She spread a deck of tarot cards on the table. Our eyes met. I was but a traveler attending a week-end concert. She was but a link to something unknown to me. I met her gaze and watched her lay down the cards of my life.
Boats on the river passed by. From one there sounded a calliope whispering the past to me.
I was a lost soul. She drew me in. She touched me. The sun set golden. Images of hope appeared.
End of story
The Poem:
A tiny camper
glimpsed
rushing by on the freeway
away
passed other cars
and realities
put me in that camper
on some sparse land
surrounded by silence
and blue skies
searching for anchors
and reasons
to come
ashore
again.
Ellespeth
Sweet hope.
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Such lovely sentiments in both story and poem of longing and hope. I love your explanation in the comments above of how the 2 are linked. At times we all need to reflect and search our souls, although I don’t out my money on tarot cards:) But whatever it takes 🙂
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Beautiful Ellespeth!
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Thank you, Mandi!
Ellespeth
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Ellespeth, this is a fabulous take on the prompt. So poetic and profound.
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Thanks! I’m really happy that so many have found some meaning in these pieces.
Ellespeth
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Both, nicely done!
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🙂 Thanks you, Jessie, and Happy Thanksgiving!
Ellespeth
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I felt like I was hearing about her life before [story] and after [poem]
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Yes, exactly, Mike. I suppose, at many of life’s points, lots of us are looking for anchors and reasons and a welcoming shore.
Ellespeth
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Great response to the image Ellespeth……I find tarot cards can be scary when something said two years later actually happens….
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Thanks! That is so true, Michael…sometimes, the way the cards fall is amazingly accurate – like you say – years down the line. The cards are so beautifully illustrated these days, too. So much to gaze and wonder upon.
Ellespeth
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Great story Ellespeth! It seems to me that because she stepped into the unknown she started a new adventure and that new adventure with the tarot card reader gave her hope. The poem is lovely!
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Yes, perhaps the cards’ images seemed meaningful to her. It could be a guy, too, but I’m thinking it’s a woman.
Ellespeth
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I love both these 🙂
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Thanks! This is my focus these days – expanding a poem into a story…
Ellespeth
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Definitely a poetic story, I wonder what the tarot card reader told her to fill her with hope? Nicely done.
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I’m thinking the tarot card reader’s husband owned the Texeco station – in the photo – and that they sold her a tiny pink camper where she found some time away from it all?
Something like that.
Ellespeth
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Ha, very good 🙂
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Even your story is quite poetic 🙂
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I seem to be waxing poetic these days…this won’t do! I’m supposed to be writing 1000 words a day 😛
Thanks, though, doc. I’m so thankful for your faithful follow of my work.
Ellespeth
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Awesome vibes!
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Thanks! for passing by and leaving a comment.
Ellespeth
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Anytime 🙂
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