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.
Sanctuary
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
Really like that..the different elements woven together. Clever.
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Thanks, Michael.
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I love this! It reminds me of a film my daughter and I just saw (we love Japanese animation) (K)
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Thanks for the link…this one doesn’t work in the UK, but I found another that does 🙂 My son watches a lot of anime… the artwork is always amazing.
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Yes it is! I’m always transported into another world (which is what happened in your haibun too)
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I still watch the odd one online… and wish I could emulate that skill 🙂
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We’re lucky there’s a movie house that’s a warren of little theaters that shows old and foreign films, and they always show Japanese animation. But this one is in mainstream theaters also right now.
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We are not so well provided for here… more’s the pity.
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Which is one of the glories of the internet…
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And one I am glad of sometimes 🙂
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Seeds are the echoes of childhood. Love that line❤
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Thank you ❤
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Adam Boustead's Blog.
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Lovely, Sue!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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🙂
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Gorgeous Sue. ❤
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Thanks, Debby ❤
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❤
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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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Every child needs a voice…
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Yep. Sing it Sister.
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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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Thanks, Charli… all children should be heard when something needs to be said. Sometimes, it takes a while…
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