For this week’s challenge, find some magic, and charm us with it.
I followed the dewy fragrance and stumbled upon the garden. It twinkled and rustled. And then I heard a faint splash. A melodic squeaking filled the air. Yes, it squeaked but it had a fullness. What could it be? I knelt for a closer look.
Closer still. This is what I saw.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was. The golden fairy bug, blowing some sweet sounds on his sax. I could really hear him now. Man, he could play.
Here’s the full view of the fairy garden. I’m sure he wasn’t alone.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. How exciting that my photo was chosen for today’s prompt. Thanks, Rochelle, for the honor of selecting my photo and for your dedication to this group.
Personally, I think storage units are strange, fascinating and a bit disturbing. This one gave me the creeps. But, I think generally storage units are places of transition, what we leave behind, can’t fit into our life, or simply don’t need or want. A lot of ideas about having stuff and what it all means came up for me, but it didn’t quite fit into a story and has nothing to do with what I came up with.
In any case, I hope this photo inspired you.
Hiders of the Tin
Marla hid in her storage unit. Like a visit with a sick relative, she never stayed long. Others hid, too. She had heard whispers, had felt their tears on her face. Usually, she left before that happened.
Her familiar brick of boxes was her refuge. She reached for her folding chair in the corner, but not before kicking a beat-up music box.
She picked it and said, “But this isn’t mine.” Quickly, she left to throw it away in a dumpster.
Returning home, she found the music box open on the table. A tiny dancer whirled to a creak of a song.
As near as I can tell, this prompt was my very first Friday Fictioneers story, four years ago! It’s hard to believe. I couldn’t help but run my story this week…although I made a few changes…because guess what else? June 1st also marks my 4-year Anniversary with WordPress! This is a double celebration of sorts!
Thanks to all my blogging friends who have stuck with me all this time. Truly, I appreciate your support and for taking time to read and comment.
A big thank you toRochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Fictioneers. She really is my Blog Fairy Godmother. Cheers! This week’s prompt was provided by Piya Singh.
Enrique and his wife, Sadie, had walked for hours in overgrown hills and meandered off course. While lumbering through granite rocks and muddy sludge, traces of honeysuckle lit the way to a new path, clear of vegetation and soft under their weary feet.
The cottage appeared before them in sun-kissed light with a delicate trickle of water coaxing them closer. They dropped their packs and splashed their faces with cool liquid and drank.
They could rest tonight. Inside a candle burned and a small, featherbed awaited them. Sadie sighed. The door slammed shut, locking them in. The candle extinguished.
Share your vision of our magnificent Earth through your lens.
Since the Earth is 75% water, I choose a photo of our beautiful Pacific ocean. It amazes me that only 5% of this vast liquid space has been explored. It makes me wonder what’s out there for us to discover.
In the meantime, I hope we can respect our oceans so we can continue to enjoy them as only oceans can be enjoyed.
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always our self we find in the sea.
Guest photo challenge hostLignum Dracoasks us to show him the time.
Lignum Draco’s photo is phenomenal. You can see ithere.
My offering below is, for me, a kind of zen moment in time. I consider myself time-challenged; a person who is constantly at odds with time, fighting it, running from it or chasing it, except…when I must wait for the railroad crossing.
In the case of this photo, the light rail crossing. I know when I see the flashing reds lights, there simply is no other place that I can be. Surprisingly, I don’t worry about being late or think about what lies ahead. Instead, I just settle in and watch the train. (And in this case, snap a photo!)
I took this photo about a month ago. I suppose my future self knew that I should take this picture for a future challenge. See, it’s about trusting yourself. Perhaps, if you listen, your future self will give you the answers.