This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
Five year old Jenny’s eyes stood out like saucers as the chocolatier got to work. The melted gorgeous river of chocolate rippled down the largest chocolate fountain she’d ever seen.
Beneath the river of chocolate that swirled down the fountain ceaselessly, there was an array of things to dip in the delicious chocolatey stream. pretzels, butter shortcake biscuits, strawberries, cherries, pineapple and bananas.
Jenny’s eyes crinkled and smiled and laughed as she dipped a strawberry in the stream and allowed her fingers to get covered by smooth silky chocolate.
She suddenly had chocolate all over her face as she began to eat. Her blue eyes stood out like two blue sapphires in a sea of chocolate.
‘Thanks, Mummy and Daddy; I’ve had the best birthday ever.’
There was a tear in the corner of her Mother’s eyes as she proceeded to kiss the chocolate from around the blue eyes that told the story of a happy little birthday girl.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
I’ve had a coughing fit lately and my temperature’s gone through the roof. The advice is to frequently wash my hands and self-isolate for two whole weeks. I’ve taken a Coronavirus test and sent it to the laboratories by first class post. The world has gone crazy lately. I’ve become more reclusive than a hermit. Although I’m bombarded with information from electronic devices and other sources. My life will never be the way it used to be, yet I’m feeling weirdly confident.
My cough disappeared along with the pollen; dispersed by flowers and oil seed rape. My high temperature disappeared with the heatwave that we had suffered for several days. The results from my Coronavirus test came back negative to my huge relief and delight. My house has become like an island that is perfect for self-preservation. The news gets more depressing as the pandemic spreads around the world. Although our lives will never be the same again I can’t help feeling weirdly confident.
Today was genuinely, my birthday and due to the Coronavirus restrictions we were unable to indulge in the Cordon Bleu upper class cuisine of coveted meaty muffins.
We indulged in a picnic lunch in the sunshine down on the farm.
This evening we celebrated my birthday with a takeaway fish and chip supper.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
Marquita was crying, sobbing loudly. The family was gathered around a pile of rugs and blankets in the corner of the room. One had to look closely to discern a thin emaciated child wrapped up in this grubby pile of bedding. Her breath was laboured and her chest shuddered from the effects of a hacking cough that seemed to come from deep within her very soul. The wise old Shaman had visited and with a tear in the corner of his crinkled eye, he just shook his head and left.
‘She is dying Jose!’ cried Marquita, ‘Our little child Conchita, is going to our forefathers before her time. Is there nothing we can do?’
Jose just cried loud, sobbing tears. ‘No Marquita, there is nothing.’
At that point a familiar figure entered the room, Jose’s brother, Pietro made an announcement.
‘My family, I bring hope; a slender hope. An elder of our neighbouring family, talks of a cavern inside the hill, carved from solid rock. This cavern contains a huge crystal gemstone, shaped into a perfect square, shaped over generations by water dripping from within, from the very walls and the ceiling. The light from the entrance to this cavern reflects through the dead centre of the crystal gemstone, facilitating healing, and bringing recovery to the afflicted. We must transport Marquita there at once, during the current cycle of midsummer sun reflection.’
Almost immediately the mood lightened as hope spread from person to person in a tidal wave. Conchita was quickly placed on a stretcher and lifted high in the air by four strong, young men, and a woeful procession began through the valley to the mysterious hill beyond.
The cave was hidden behind a dense thicket, and the members of the procession physically pulled back branches to enter.
There was a stunned silence as a huge four-sided, shining, crystalline gemstone, polished to perfection, became clearly visible.
Conchita was lifted from the stretcher onto the huge gemstone to bathe in the healing power emanating from its beautiful blue crystal light.
The silence, punctuated with hope, was broken as Conchita suddenly sat up on the hard exterior of the stone. ‘Ma-Ma!’
There were grateful, gracious, tears replacing the woeful weeping as she was placed back on the stretcher, with the ghost of a smile on her face.
Over the next few weeks, Conchita just got stronger and stronger, leading to a full recovery.
The magical crystalline gemstone disappeared when an earthquake struck the island shortly afterward. Many searches have been made for this miraculous marvel, to no avail, some say it has gone forever.
‘The light that reflects through a gemstone crystal, or energy emanating from it is thought to facilitate healing when the gemstone is placed on vital parts of the body. This use of gemstones and minerals for healing is called lithotherapy, and this field is gaining popularity throughout the world of alternative therapy.’
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT (1)
FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT (2)
THE WEIGHT OF HIS AFFECTIONS
NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 
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