Dirt caked her soft dress. She’ll wash it later. For now, though self-assigned, she had to complete her mission before the sun set – she had to find it.
Laughter reached her, drifting from the house at the bottom of the yard; soon it’d turn to cries.
She had to hurry.
She sped over the ground, eyes darting.
At last she spotted it, red fabric peeking out beneath the roses.
Hiding behind the gum’s roots, she held her breath as her charge’s carer emerged, collected a red blanket, disappeared and all became quiet inside, as the lights went out.
My contribution to this week’s weekly challenge over at the Carrot Ranch.
The challenge called for a flash fiction piece in 99 words that related in some way to the prompt, dirt.
This piece is driven by the same two characters of my last two Carrot Ranch, prompt-inspired posts, Protector and The Gift.
Hiding beneath the roots of a grand gum, she heard the tiny sobs.
Her charge had been playing outdoors again. Did she hurt herself?
The fairy, wings tucked away, peered through grass above. She could see the side of the little girl, hands cupped, tears dripping onto dusty clothes.
Something hung out of her fingers.
Should she let her cry? Her heart ached.
It was still so warm and so soft too. Why wasn’t it moving?
Something buzzed past the little girl.
Her palm itched and she opened her hands.
She gasped as the mouse looked up at her.
A scream cut through her from across the meadow and she raged into action, dismissing her injury and climbing up the nearest lookout.
Her arms trembled, not used to her own weight, but she needed to ensure her charge was okay.
Her heart pounded at another squeal and she cursed her clumsiness; she would’ve been on top by now.
Finally up, she peered through the crisp fog and relief washed over her as she saw the dancing figures, twirling around a ring of daisies.
She leant against the lookout rose’s petals, breathing deep and stroking her torn wing.
This is my contribution to this week’s 99 word Flash Fiction challenge over at the Carrot Ranch. The prompt called for a story that includes a rose.
It’s so much fun writing a suspenseful piece, and revealing all only at the end. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts.
Dark branches released cherry blossoms, awash with pale pink and deep magenta, and sent them floating upon the subtle mountain breeze.
The dragon’s tail flicked, dusting the landscape with a glitter of red as it gazed through an orb laden with four yellow stars, tendrils of smoke drifted skyward from its mouth.
An orange form darted past, the dragon’s eyes followed its flash of colour for a moment before a cascade of turquoise enveloped the koi and carried it down the mountain stream.
A man sat tall upon the peak, eyes trained as he painted his dreams of colour.
I feel I must explain this piece.
First of all, it’s inspired by Charli Mills’ prompt “Turquoise” over at CarrotRanch.com. A prompt for which I struggled to find inspiration. I wanted to write something different, something close to my heart and thus I discovered this piece.
I had a not-often-enough opportunity to spend some time out with the other half this weekend, thanks to his mother’s offer to babysit the little ones; and we had an amazing time bonding and having fun together.
The other half loves to wear his heart on his sleeve, and thus is in the long process of having a sleeve tattoo beautifully etched onto his skin by the incredible Matty at Dizzmattix Tattoos. It is inspired by his passions in life, and so I was inspired by him this week;
The dragon symbolises strength and honour with the orb of 4 stars, one for he, myself and our two little ones (a fifth to be added soon), in the dragon’s care.
The koi – with the Chinese symbols for Courage, Discipline, Strength and Dream – utilises these to swim down a stream of water, and symbolise his strength and perseverance through challenges in life.
Finally, the koi is thus surrounded by cherry blossoms, symbolising his inspiration and love for his daughters.
When I think of colours, I think of happiness and life, and though this piece may not be a ‘story,’ I wanted portray the inspiration I find in colour.
Thank you for reading :)
She crashed through the underbrush, branches whipping bare skin. Lifeblood dripped from scratches, soaking the soil, eventually feeding those with which she shared her homes. Heart pounding, she pushed on.
The creatures gained ground.
She clambered out of the tree-line into deep, rushing water and waited…
He conquered the treetops, branch by branch. The creatures would watch in awe, though never catch him. He spotted the cascading water.
A shot rang as he dove over the edge, freefall…
Cool water enveloped the pair as they embraced, panting, washing away their exhaustion and carrying them on toward a new home.