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.
Here is my submission for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam, author of the blog, Creative Busyness. Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.
Happy Thanksgiving to y’all. I hope you enjoy this installment of my favorite fairy, Chloe.
Hahaha! It would certainly help if I posted my story to the challenge! So here goes – a day late – and also, click the froggy for more entries.
Chloe Comes Calling
One afternoon, several years after Irene died, I decided to visit the garden where we’d spent so much time together. From the moment Irene was born, and until the day she passed away, I was her bedroom fairy. My name is Chloe.
On this particular afternoon Irene’s grand-niece, Karen, was playing under an old oak tree. Her mother had inherited the family home and worked hard to keep the garden’s beauty blooming through the seasons. I was quietly floating between colorful metal statues of garden art.
Karen knelt down near to where I thought I was so carefully hidden. “Well, hello there!” she whispered.
“You see me?” I asked.
“Yes, I do.”
I floated closer to her. Only people who believe in fairies can see us.
“And I even know who you are,” Karen said.
“Karen, who are you talking to?” her mother asked as she approached us.
“It’s Chloe, Mother!”
We had a lovely tea party. Karen’s mother shared memories of Irene. The air was scented with mint and laughter.
Time for another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the froggy link (after this piece) and come join us!P
Blue Shuttered Love
While Frank was at work that day, Stella unpacked the kitchen boxes. She wanted everything to be perfect for the first supper in their new home.
Stella hung rice paper lanterns. She gave the room a bistro look by hanging coffee cups from shelf hooks. Everything was blue and bright and waiting to be used.
“So what are we going to name it?” Frank asked later. He was playing along with Stella’s determination to name each room.
“How about Virgin Kitchen?” The blue shutters had reminded Stella of kitchen fairies innocently fluttering about.
“With a table like that?” Frank teased.
photo thanks to -© Raina Ng
Time for another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the froggy link (after this piece) and come join us!
This story marks a year I’ve been pestering people with Friday Fictioneers. I really never dreamed that I could write a story almost as short as my poetry, so I’m grateful for the encouragement I’ve received here. For me, Friday Fictioneers has become as addictive as Crème Brûlée.
My offering, this week, is a 100 word piece about Chloe – a fairy character I’ve written about before in my infrequent series “Once Upon A Bed Again”
When Miss Randolph died she left behind a garden – famous for miles around, and me.
My name is Chloe. I’m a fairy and I live in a dewdrop, on a bougainvillea leaf, deep in Miss Randolph’s garden. I’m moving today. It won’t be the same here without her. You see, we’ve known each other since she was a young child. When I first moved here, I was her bedroom fairy. Then I was her garden fairy. At the end, I was once again her bedroom fairy.
I don’t want to move too far away. Miss Randolph promised she’d visit me often.
photo prompt – © Santoshwriter
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! …….. Happy Holidays! At The Grotto
Falling trees can still grow sideways for a while. But, as we all know, fairies don’t worry about such things. They don’t worry about overgrown stairways or crumbling stone walls either.
“Let’s go on now, Emily,” Sara said. She floated, like a brilliant fog, atop the grotto steps.
“What if she isn’t there?” Emily flitted downward behind Sara.
When they reached the walkway, rounding a clover field, a little girl ran up to them. She smiled and twirled. “Shall we dance here tonight?” she asked.
“We can’t keep visiting her dreams like this,” Emily whispered.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright -Björn Rudberg
There’s a challenge going on, at Poet’s Corner, to write a Christmas poem. I’m on my way to enter this one. Happy Winter Solstice!
And when The Lady came
winged and gowned
crowned with holly’s leaf and berry,
I knew winter had come
with stories of angel
fairies dancing golden
close to a new star’s light.
All around me
gingerbread scented the air
and the Yule log crackled.
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!
Under The Fairy Lights
Someone lit a bonfire near the lake. Someone roasted marshmallows. The library reflected golden upon the water and cheerful dulcimer music seemed to lighten the air. Polly and her friend, Irene, were closing up their booth at the Renaissance Fair.
“I think I’ll leave the fairy lights on until after the cook-out,” Polly whispered.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Polly’s breath caught somewhere between in and out. She spun around. There wasn’t anybody there.
“Can’t you just go away?” she pleaded. The air became heavy with the memory of his voice.
“Who are you talking to?” Irene asked.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie
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“…Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change…” J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
I’m going to continue, here, the sort of fairytale book I’m writing. If you’re interested, you can somewhat catch up – maybe not totally, sigh – here – but it stands alone nicely, too, I think:
…Not only are fairies difficult, but they are also very sensitive creatures. Although my own Bedroom Fairy, Brightly, was the most perfect fairy, there is Chloe to consider. She is not above or below perfection. Chloe is simply difficult and sensitive…(from the first story)
Chloe Swallows Her Pride
Please do excuse me for my abrupt exit during our last visit. Most of our family’s energies, since my daughter Irene lost her tooth and Chloe and her sister Ivy pretended to be tooth fairies, have been spent trying to smooth Chloe’s sensitive and ruffled wings.
Chloe stayed gone for a very long time. At least it seemed that way to us. Instinctively we knew that Chloe was embarrassed because she thought she’d failed in some way. However, not being fairies, we were unable to let Chloe know how little such things mattered.
Slowly she began to make her way back – deeper into our garden and nearer my studio window.
One afternoon, I was working on my latest canvas. “Chloe? What do you think? Shall I add a tad more blue to this sky?”
“I think more light.”
“Ah! Thank you, Chloe!” And I added some golden to the canvas.
Approaching The Garden
When it’s time to water the garden
throw open the gate.
Prepare a path
for fairies and elves
and all things magical.