Seeds

Posted on February 10, 2018 by Sue Vincent

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

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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29 Responses to Seeds

  1. Michael says:
    February 10, 2018 at 08:49

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

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  2. memadtwo says:
    February 10, 2018 at 12:46

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

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  3. LucciaGray says:
    February 10, 2018 at 12:49

    Seeds are the echoes of childhood. Love that line❤

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  4. The Militant Negro says:
    February 10, 2018 at 13:04

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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  8. dgkaye says:
    February 11, 2018 at 02:46

    Gorgeous Sue. ❤

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  9. D. Avery @shiftnshake says:
    February 11, 2018 at 14:04

    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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  10. Charli Mills says:
    February 14, 2018 at 22:09

    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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