Flight Of Fancy

Yesterday was glorious! I hit the open road for an adventure drive to a daylily farm in East Texas. Today I plant. But not before I offer my 100 words to Friday Fictioneers. Check out all of the amazing writers here. Thanks for reading.

Copyright Erin Leary
Copyright Erin Leary

Beyond the fence line beckons. Misty memories of our secret sanctuary adorned with ferns and moss beseech my senses to drift across the meadow toward the shaded refuge where we once played. Laughter floats above the ghostly morning haze and I hear the song he wrote for me; its melody slightly out of tune. As I near the edge of the woods, my feet touch lightly down upon wet leaves. The earthy scent is delicious and makes me dizzy with delight. Something brushes my shoulder. I turn. We kiss. I hear music. I fall softly to the ground and awaken.

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45 thoughts on “Flight Of Fancy

  1. There is a lovely poetic quality to the writing. I liked that the melody was ‘slightly out of tune’ – a little hint that all was not as it should be ahead of the awakening at the end.

  2. What a sweet story, Honie. I loved the descriptive language and flow of this piece. It had me floating along only to awaken and realize (sigh) it was just a dream.

  3. Dear Honie,

    Delicious descriptions and images. You had me in his arms and then I woke from the dream. Sigh. Beautifully written. And delightfully disappointing.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    1. Romance is overrated. 🙂 That’s what I tell myself, and also why I rarely go that route when I write. It is rewarding to me that you “get” my meaning of falling to the ground. Thanks!

  4. Although the flowers aren’t out yet, the daylilies are running mad here as well and it’s hot, hot, hot. I had a lovely walk in the park early today although there was no fog. I really like your lovely descriptions and the other-worldly feel to this story.

    janet

      1. Hi Honie. Winter is just around the corner in Oz (officially 2 days away). But you wouldn’t know it living in sunny Queensland. Today was more like Spring. And to think snow skiers will be getting ready for the snow season in Southern NSW, Northern Victoria and Tasmania.

  5. Nothing beats hitting the open road, does it? There’s such a sense of freedom involved. Even the myriad of tasks on our to-do lists can’t get us down while we make our escape. Well, usually not…

    Wonderful flash-fiction piece!

    1. Exactly. Getting out of ‘burbs, past the city, and onto what was once called the “free”way, now a “toll”way, is the best feeling ever. It was a wonderful getaway to some off-the-beaten-path garden shops.
      I usually don’t go for the romance in my FF, but it seemed right for this prompt. Thanks for reading.

  6. I used to live on ten acres of land my folks still have. I grew up with those sounds and scents. Never had the girl to kiss, though. Unfortunate.
    Anyway, nice job, Honie! Even though Spring is here, I’d sure like to go for a walk and hear those leaves crunch again.

    1. What? No girls in Kansas City? Thanks for commenting on my story. We’ve had a nice long spring here, but I think we are about to head into the scorched earth vortex. I could tell yesterday that the heat is on the way.

      I spent a lot of time tromping through the woods as a kid, and love nothing more than being among trees and fields and rolling hills. Give me some dirt and I’m happy. 🙂

      1. There are girls in Kansas City, there’s just no Kansas City wine left.

        Like you, gimme land, lots o’land and the moon and stars above, don’t fence me in.

  7. I can’t help but notice you are posting to Friday Fictioneers on Wednesday. You’re probably the type of person who never waited until Sunday night to complete the homework assignment due on Monday morning. That’s a good thing.

    Also…I love this photo. I realize it’s not yours, but I had to say that. It evokes a strong nostalgia, or yearning, for fall. I can feel the chill in the air and the dampness upon my skin. I smell woodsmoke and feel the crunch of fallen leaves beneath my feet. Ahh…sweet October…

    Your writing helps conjure all those things, and adds a splash of romanticism and longing to the equation. Nicely done!

    1. This amazing photo prompt by Erin Leary of the, now famous, (check it out http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/19/writing-communities-connect-bloggers-across-wordpress-com/) Friday Fictioneers does evoke strong nostalgia. October is my favorite month.

      I was never that diligent student. Procrastination is an old friend of mine. But I have found, as I get older don’t ya know, it is better to write things down when I think of them rather than chance losing an idea in that chaos between my ears. Thank you so much for the kind words. Your comments are very much appreciated.

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