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..
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..
We were spending our nights in Starview Heights. They had named our mountains Starview Heights. As predicted the meteor shower arrived exactly on time. We made love in the observatory as a stunning meteor shower arrived from a radiant area in a far off universe, exploding brilliantly in the night sky. My wife is beautiful, desired by many and loved by one. I am a Professor in Astrophysics. We had timed our moment precisely, my seed would meet her egg at exactly the right microsecond. A star child would be conceived as a stunning meteor shower exploded in the sky above the glass observatory perched on the peak of a mountain called Starview Heights. Our son, Leonid was born nine months later, amid another stunning display of shining stars in the night sky.
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..
Henry Stanley had been sent to Africa to find Dr Livingstone, a famous missionary, explorer by the New York Herald newspaper in 1869.
It’s not recorded in the conventional history books but Mr Stanley had made his now famous introductory remark to the wrong person at first.
A notorious slave trader was in the area in the depths of the jungle, Jonathan Michael was his name. He had become separated from his crew and was alone searching for his companions.
When this character was approached by Henry Stanley with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?”
Mr Michael removed his pith helmet to reveal a shock of red hair and it was instantly obvious he wasn’t Dr. Livingstone.
The reply that never made the history books was far to impolite to record here.
Mr Stanley found Livingstone in the town of Ujiji on the shores of Lake Tanganyika on 10 November 1871, greeting him with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?”
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..
We enjoyed a barbecue together which was so perfectly prepared and presented. It was obvious that food was her main interest and culinary perfection would always be at the heart of her.
Another interest was reading prolifically on a wide range of subjects and this would always be incredibly close to her heart.
These were intermingled with many other interests, but her prime interest that took her attention for twenty four hours a day and was really at the heart of her was me.
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..
Nocturnal pleasure for Terry would be leaving his house and searching for night wildlife, such as shy Badgers on the prowl and urban Foxes. Many times he would track night-loving shy animals and follow them to their lairs. Barn Owls were his favourite bird to watch, closely followed by Hedgehogs, Bats and large colourful Moths.
One night Terry was in hiding, studying a family of Foxes, hunting and playing together in the neighbourhood gardens. Terry raised his camera to take some night photographs, when suddenly he was roughly grabbed by his collar.
‘Got you! You dirty rascally peeping Tom. We saw you coming with your camera, creeping along in the dark, I’ve a good mind to give you a good hiding, but my wife has called the police and they are on the way. You disgusting pervert, I bet it’s you who is responsible for stealing our underwear from the washing line!’
Terry was shaken and scared, when he saw the huge man who was now holding him around the neck. The man had close-cropped hair and cruel looking eyes that were regarding him suspiciously.
‘No! You have got it wrong, I’m a naturalist studying nocturnal wildlife. Certainly not a pervert and I would never steal clothing or anything of that nature. I can prove it, I have my student ID in my wallet.’
Terry handed over his wallet. At that moment a police siren sounded in the distance, to Terry’s surprise the man immediately ran off. A neighbour had heard the altercation and called the police.
When the police arrived, Terry explained what had happened.
The police swiftly caught up with the man, who turned out to be a notorious burglar and a peeping Tom.
NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 
NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 
CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 
AT THE HEART OF HER
MAYBE IN THE DARK
