#Friday Fictioneers – Spring Break

 

Arms folded on the window sill as sad brown eyes watch the snow fall relentlessly. So much for spring break and getting to the airport,

flustered she flung herself on the couch and sighed loudly.

“No matter how loudly you groan,” Her dad smiled. “You are at the mercy of the weather.”

“It’s not fair you know.” She whined. “I had big plans with my friends and now they are ruined..RUINED!”

“It’s not the end of the world Charlotte.” Her mother chimed in.

“I am pretty sure my social life is nonexistent after this.” Charlotte threw her phone down. “Not even cell service is available.”

“Yeah we noticed that there was no media available right now.” Said her father. “But I am sure it is due to lines being down.”

“You can quit pouting and come put a puzzle together.” Suggested mother.

Charlotte let out a small scream.  “I am in crisis and you want to put puzzles together!”

“Knock it off and get over here and make the best of it.”

Charlotte saw the scary tone in her mothers’ face and complied.

“Honey come join us.” Invited mother.

“Dad….”

Charlotte saw her dad standing still at the window, his cup shattered against the floor.

 

 

#Friday Fictioneer – Burnt Memory

Cold and alone it sat,  forgotten by even time itself. Wispy fingers wrapped about the charred post, as she swept lightly over the thick layer of ash and dust. None dared enter her domain after the fire took the home. Countless hours she sat at the windows as the world changed about her.  The occasional mortal would catch her dancing among the ashes as she tried to appease the angry corpse that lay beneath. A small glimmer of light shone through the cracked brick and she sat there mesmerized by the small creation. Green curls rose up out of the ash and she smiled and was freed.

#Friday Fictioneers – My Love

Dark blue fabric mixed with oil shone on the smooth steel when applied. As the rag was drawn back and forth, It glistened with well kept pride as aged old hands dabbed the last drops from the instruments body. The cloth and oil were placed back in the dark walnut box and exchanged for a special solution for the lenses that released a mist he longed for everyday. Taking the red cloth out he smoothed out the streaks and polished the glass to perfection. Once his tools were placed back in the box he adjusted the settings on the knobs and watched his love.

 

#Friday Fictioneers – Pest

It started out as innocent as can be. No side effects, no warnings were visible among the creatures. At first the furry pests were nothing more than like the mice in the fields or roaches in the kitchen. “Just another undiscovered wonder!” scientists claimed.

Even the brilliant people were quick to place the blame on the simple folk, especially when things started going terribly wrong. Mind you these things didn’t seem so smart at first and then you could tell they were watching and learning from us. Eventually they emboldened their presence into our everyday lives and simply overtook them.

#Friday Fictioneers – FireBug

“Lina, Wake up, wake up Lina!”

Her eyes blurred open and the shadows cleared as she found her mother shaking her.

“Is everything okay, mother.” Yawned Lina.

Her mothers eyes always so sad, patted her on the head then walked to the window.

Lina jumped out of bed and joined her. “Can I play with the other children today?”

Mother looked down at her and shook her head. “Not today.”

Lina slumped back onto her bed. “When can I go outside?” she groaned. “I hate this room and I want a friend.”

“You know we have this discussion everyday.” She pulled her daughters uniform from the closet. “Now get ready we have much to do today.”

“We always have lots to do everyday.” As Lina pulled the jumpsuit on. “When is daddy coming home?”

Lina cringed at the dark look her mother gave her.

“Sorry mother, I just miss him so much.”

Lina was scooped up into a hug and her tears became hot rivers down her cheeks. “Mother it is happening again please don’t go.”

The room became orange and the reds lit every corner, she barely heard the alarms as she watched the ashen face disappear into the light.

#Friday Fictioneers – The Sack Man

Expertly the wires and mesh bonded and formed together as delicate fingers wove the metal and bone into place.  Fervent eyes blinked back beads of sweat that trickled down a furrowed brow, so intent on the creation unfolding within the forge. Blackened tongs unfurled the beasts head as it emerged from the pit and the Icosahedron rolled and lay still beneath the creators feet.

“Not yet little one.” As the creatures head was released back into the fire.” I must commend you on finding me so early in your life.” He hissed.

“So few make it this far.” He turned to face her with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry my child it will all be over soon.”


#Friday Fictioneers – Blood Moon

The hustle and bustle of the day quieted as the streets went dark; and the moon highlighted bits of  statues that adorned the public square. Water  stilled as the blackness overtook its surface from the light that once warmed it. Candles quickly became  extinguished  as the blood moon rose fully to the sky. Denizens huddled in safe rooms as hooves clicked upon aged stone that traveled throughout the city. A curious soul ventured bravely to the window despite her parents pleas, their sorrow mourned when the protector sun returned.

#Friday Fictioneers – End of the line

“Get that beast on the ramp!” Yelled Grady. “Make sure to secure the box or there will be hell to pay!”

The lackeys struggled with the chains as the creature fought to free itself of this indignation.

A blackened hoof connected with a jaw and the heavy thud upon the ground meant one more down.

Grady pulled the cat o nine and the beasts nostrils flared and a low growl emanated from its gut, that caused great pause with the workers.

The chains slacked and gnashing of teeth and hooves brought even more hunters down.

“Ah hell!” Grady cursed as he looked into the eyes of the man eater. “Damn Unicorns.”


#Friday fictioneers – A Lifetime

Hands grasped the edge of the decrepit well, as knees sank deep into the damp earth and chilled him to the bone. Strong hard working hands steadied him, as wise young eyes gazed back from the depths of the mirror, so untouched for decades. Old weathered hands gently touched the perfect surface and disrupted its timeless rest. Such determined eyes, that began to water and the  precious liquid streaked down a lifetime and gently fell into the pool. Hopeful eyes that smiled and watched the gentleness of the ripples expand through a promise he had made. He  shifted and leaned his back  against the well and the musty earth enveloped his senses as tired eyes looked to the heavens, his oath kept.

 

Dedicated to my Grandfather

#Friday Fictioneers- Due Diligence

There was only one thing left to do as she pulled the frozen weeds from the ground as she cleared the way to the old stump. She was numb  from the bitter cold that enveloped around her and calloused  fingers no longer responded to touch.  The tough moss that adorned the stump held the ritual pot in place that had been laid there many years ago.  Grains mixed with blood and honey were placed in the bowl and the mystic said a prayer for the town.

It watched her from the treeline as she performed the yearly ceremony. Saddened that they had remembered their due diligence and promise. he shook his head and stamped blackened hooves and moved on to the next mark on his route.