Fairies in the wind
Carrying childhood wishes
Future uncertain

‘Rosebay willowherb’… tall summer spires of brilliant pink followed by a thousand fluffy fairies escaping autumn’s flame. Magical things, holding the future within them, like the child who watched them fly. Great oaks contained within a single acorn, fields of gold in a dandelion clock. Exploding balsam or a carpet of pink-tipped grass in a woodland glade where dreams are born. Dreams that float on the winds of possibility, finding fertile ground or laying fallow. Catch them as they pass lest they escape forever. Seeds are the echo of childhood.



The glade is smaller than she remembers. Screened from view by the gnarled oak and a bank of fireweed, it had been her sanctuary, a place to which she could run and hide. A place to dream of a future she herself could shape.

A child ‘should be seen but not heard’… but now she is a woman.

The roots of the oak have grown around the marker stone. The manicured nails tear as she digs. It is still here, where she had left it all those years ago… waiting for this day. She will be silent no longer…

99 word flash fiction for Charli Mills’ challenge and this week’s writephoto prompt

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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29 Responses to Seeds

  1. Michael says:

    Really like that..the different elements woven together. Clever.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. memadtwo says:

    I love this! It reminds me of a film my daughter and I just saw (we love Japanese animation) (K)


  3. LucciaGray says:

    Seeds are the echoes of childhood. Love that line❤


  4. The Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.


  5. dgkaye says:

    Gorgeous Sue. ❤


  6. This prompt found a lot of voice with you. It sings and it roars. It speaks of both the magical power of childhood as well as the powerlessness of childhood. Glad she came back to rectify that.

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    Sanctuary reads like a coming into one’s voice a metaphor, yet give us a mystery as to what the child couldn’t say that her adult counterpart will. I enjoyed your flash, Sue!


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