Thursday, March 12, 2015

The Little Wooden Whistle


A story in 100 words for Friday Fictioneers











He sat cross legged on a tree stump, in one hand a piece of willow and the other a shiny pocket knife.

He chipped, smoothed and whittled until the little wooden whistle was perfect; a token of his love for a fair maiden with a promise that whenever she blew a merry tune in the forest he would appear.

One day she dropped it as she as she bid him farewell.

She saw neither her whistle nor him again

Each day she walks among the trees seeking the stump near which one passionate summer’s day she lost her little wooden whistle.


Picture:Frost on a stump.Sandra Crook.


11 comments:

  1. Lovely tale with slightly surreal undertones.

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  2. Dear Keith,

    A sweet, wistful tail. Hope she finds the whistle.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. Beautifully told. Hope she finds the whistle. And why isn't he making another one?

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  4. There's a wistfulness in this story, as though it might secretly be being told by the boy (or nimph) in the story. I fear love based on such conditions might be bound to fail.

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  5. Nice little fairy tale.

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  6. There's something about that whistle.... great story!

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  7. I love tone of a fairy tale in this.. hope the whistle can be reclaimed

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  8. How beautiful, and sad. These fairy lovers are always so elusive.

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  9. I get such a sense of regret in this. I fear she has no hope of regaining what she threw away - a lost opportunity.

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  10. A really haunting little story - well done.

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  11. I think he should just come back to see what happened. :-) Just because I love happy endings.

    janet

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