for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #1
Whilst looking for a prompt site to fill the gap left by recently departed Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, I came across Fandango’s new project!
If my story has a ring of familiarity about it, it’s possible you read a similar tale from me a couple of years ago. I promise something more original next time!
Sometimes whilst walking among the trees she saw him. They played hide and seek for a few moments then he was gone. Her friends said she imagined him. The sun playing games with its shadows they said. But she knew different.
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He sat cross-legged on a tree stump, in one hand a piece of willow, in the other a shiny blade. He chipped, smoothed and whittled until the little wooden whistle was perfect. He left it on the stump, a token of his love for the fair maiden with a promise that whenever she blew a merry tune he would appear.
One autumn day as she waved farewell she dropped it on the leaf-strewn forest floor. She was never to see her whistle again, nor him.
Each day she walks among the trees, kicking aside the leaves seeking the place where one passionate summer’s day she lost her little wooden whistle.
The prompt is this imag
e by Watanska at DeviantArt.com.
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Neat. I have a brother-in-law who whittles and he has made me some lovely Christmas ornaments.
How lovely. I don’t think I’d have the patience!
Beautiful story. Haunting. The pain of losing something so dear is one we all know or learn.
Indeed we do. Thanks so much for your kind words
A charming response Keith.
Thank you so much.
A lovely fairy tale, but sad that she’ll never see him again.
It was fun while it lasted! Thanks so much, Kristian.
Nice one. Thanks for participating.
…and thank you for hosting!
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Awww! How i wish she could find it again someday. Perhaps when she is old enough that, like a child, she knows how to see what the rest of us adults miss.
I imagine her to be someone who sees things other folks don’t/ be they real or in her mind. Thanks, Mimi.
A lovely story. Thankyou for pointing me to it.
I’m so pleased you liked it, thank you.
A poignant tale! Sad for the maiden.
She had fun – for a while! Thanks Sadje
Having a few moments of happiness are better than a life without excitement. Great story
Nicely written Keith. When we lose things which are dear to our heart, it leaves a permanent void in our lives. The prompt is well addresses.
|You are so right. Thanks so much Anjana
I enjoyed your story, you were able to capture a lot of story in very few words!
That’s very kind of you – thanks for dropping by.
You are welcome.
Nice one, Keith! 🙂
She did have fun for some time!
She did! Thanks so much.