Tag Archives: flash fiction

Door #writephoto

Door – Image by KL Caley

Another day, another dozen old buildings.  A lot of them were called “castles”, some “towers” and then there were the ancient manor houses, though anything newer than 15th century was right out.  This struck me as strange since most of the restoration jobs made these places about as authentic as Disneyland.

OK, I’ll admit, my sense of romance had worn a little thin after the first dozen.  As I entered, my first thought went to lack of indoor plumbing and how cold and damp they must have been.  Brrr. 

And let’s face it, it wasn’t just the castles.  I had lost the romance over pretty much everything in life. 

Life.  It had become a bore and a challenge.

No.  Romance was something for children.

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Den #writephoto

Image by KL Caley

What did they always say?  One of us hairless apes needs just water, food, clean air, shelter and clothing to survive?  Something like that?  And what do we do when all of those things become contaminated?

I think they also used to say “man does not live on bread alone”, but, you know, that’s pretty much all that is needed to survive.

Along with water, shelter, etc., etc.

But I am getting a little ahead of myself here.

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The Fairy #writephoto

Fairy – Image by KL Caley

“Mommy, look, a fairy door!”

“Yes, Timmy, someone was very clever putting that so high up and yet so highly visible from the path.  Now let’s go.”

“Not someone, a fairy…”

“Sure, Timmy, a fairy…”

Twinkles left her hiding spot after the humans were out of sight.  She inspected the door.

Sure enough, someone had put a spell on it so the humans could see. 

Not knowing what else she could do, she went over to visit Glower, the sour fairy, to ask his advice.  Much to her shock, his door was visible as well!

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The Dress #writephoto

photo by KL Caley

Want to know about my last Saturday night?  I was lucky enough to get invited to cover the superhero convention.  I was some psyched!

Until I got there.

I quickly discovered that not only was the main hall packed with a million other journalists, but that the actual superheroes were segregated into two camps with a big wall between them and refused to talk to anyone except their own sponsors.  Boring….

I left after a few minutes.

It didn’t take long walking around the campus to discover where some of the lesser, non-affiliated superheroes hung out.

I knew I had hit a more interesting place when I noticed the guy by the door smoking a joint.  He gave me a peace sign as I joined him.

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The Crown #writephoto

Crown – Image by KL Caley

I will admit, I was very nervous. 

What was I going to find?  More than that, how much of my childhood would be lost to cold truth?

For the first few years of my life, I had spent the summers in the grand old house in the country.  Nana and Papa took care of me while my parents spent the summers on the Continent.

I was eight the last time I had set eyes on the building and landscape.

Was that really 47 years ago?

From the outside it all looked the same, if somewhat smaller.  Yeah, in my imagination it was the house in Downton Abbey.  Well, not that huge, but certainly bigger than the real 14 room house I found.

My Uncle Teddy and my father had a terrible feud that started long before I was born and only ended now that Father was long gone and Theodore gone to join him in the great beyond.

I was shocked that I was his sole heir.

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Bridge #writephoto

Photo by KL Caley

“Tom!”

The boy jumped then turned sheepishly towards the voice.

“What are you doing there, young Tom?”

Tom looked down at his feet, as if whipped by the stern words.

“Wasting time again, aren’t you?”

He glanced up at the lady and was surprised to see a smile.

He nodded.

The lady, Anne, moved next to Tom, put her hands on the battlements and stared out.

“It’s just, just, my Lady, it’s just that I wish I could go over there.”  He nodded his head outward.  “I wish I could cross that bridge and go into the village.  I want to see what they are up to.  I want to find children my own age to play with.”

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Island #writephoto

Island – Image by KL Caley

“Avast, Matey!”

“Come on, Tom…”

“Captain Tom!”

“…Captain Tom, your honor, sir, I know Matt has been getting pretty fat lately and must out-mass an elephant by now, but isn’t calling him “vast” a little mean spirited?  I mean, just asking…”

“Shut up Kyle.  OK, let’s launch the ship…”

“The SS Sinker.”

“…The Dread Pirate Ship Black Skull!”

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Stamps #writephoto

Stamps – Image by KL Caley

Although I guess I had always known, it was really at her funeral that I realized how different Mom was from her younger siblings.  Looking down the row of mourners, I thought she might have been even more different from hers than I was from my own younger siblings.

It was brought home even more when I overheard Uncle Pat talking to Aunt Ann at the wake.  I don’t remember everything, but the way Ann said, “She was so much like our mother in oh so many ways,” that struck me.  Pat nudged her after that statement and tilted his head towards me. 

They changed the subject.

Why? What was it about her?

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Portal #writephoto

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

“Look Mommy, the world is split open!”

“No dear, that’s just a puddle.  It rained last night and there are puddles all around.  See?”

“But there’s trees and things in there…”

“No, Danny, you are just seeing the reflections of the trees around us.  Look down into the puddle and then up above you.  It’s the same.  See?”

“But I saw someone move down there.”

“No, that was just us; we’re reflected, like the trees.  When I wave, that reflection of me waves too.  See?”

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Feather Cloud #writephoto

Feather Cloud – Image by A Kehas

I lay down in feathered sleep where dreams and visions mix with the real world around me.  The spirits of the ancestors surrounded me and spoke to me as I floated in the part trance, part waking, part sleep that was so important to the Seeing. 

I say the ancestors surrounded me, but that was not quite true.  I knew the stories and legends and so understood that our people had moved in from the west and the way east was unexplored.  Yes, we have journeyed for days to the east, but never venturing beyond what we knew was safe.

The cold winters have become colder, the glacier has approached.  We had moved from the land of the ancestors to the west when my grandfather’s grandfather was a small child.  We occasionally met with our kin, but they have grown strange.

Or we have.

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