Tuesday, July 18, 2017

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Post 1568. Tuesday July 18

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers







As I climbed the grassy slope a songbird whistled me a merry tune and a rabbit stopped and twitched his nose. The sun played hide and seek with fluffy white clouds.


A brightly coloured butterfly fluttered around me, and as I walked it followed. I sat to rest a while and it settled along side me. When I continued on my way it kept me company. I stopped and held out my hand; it sat on my little finger. It was as if it knew me; knew me in days gone by maybe. Not as a butterfly but as a friend long departed. Now a friend returned.


It became darker and suddenly my friend was gone. I felt rain drops on my face as though someone above was shedding tears.


They say the sun will shine again tomorrow. I will return to the grassy slope. I hope my friend will too.




For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers where this week's photo is kindly supplied by J S Brand


24 comments:

  1. I love this Keith! I hope your friend returns again tomorrow! Great story!

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  2. Someone told me that writing something unique about butterflies is a challenge. This was certainly unique.

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    1. I did on a wing anda prayer! Thank you Reena

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  3. Hi Keith - occasionally things happen and one wonders why - so delightfully written ... friends are around us I'm sure - cheers Hilary

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  4. Ah a sweet tale. It's nice to get away from it all and experience some bonding with nature.

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    1. Indeed it is and I do, often. Cheers Iain

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  5. The butterfly reminded me of a movie called ' the ultimate gift'. Emotional story .
    Beautifully written , Keith.

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    1. Not one I'm aware of! I must investigate, thanks.

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  6. This was very beautiful, Keith. The last line hints at something deeper than what you have given us to picture with the previous lines. A little wistful, perhaps. Or something darker. Cheers, Varad

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    1. I leave that up to the imagination of the reader! Thanks Varad.

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  7. You write a lot like S.T. Summers over at Writing With Some Ink and a Hammer. :)

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  8. Your friend will definitely visit you again.Loved your story for its pristine innocence.
    http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/07/the-worn-out-steps.html

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  9. Lovely story. The butterfly piece is brilliant.

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  10. A magic little story about a very special butterfly

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