Sunday, September 24, 2017

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Post 1607. Sunday September 24




Sometimes whilst walking among the trees she saw him. They played hide and seek for a few moments then he was gone. Her friends said she imagined him, the sun playing games with its shadows they said. But she knew different.
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He sat cross-legged on a tree stump, in one hand a piece of willow, in the other a shiny blade. He chipped, smoothed and whittled until the little wooden whistle was perfect. He left it on the stump, a token of his love for the fair maiden with a promise that whenever she blew a merry tune he would appear.

One autumn day as she waved farewell she dropped it on the leaf-strewn forest floor. She was never to see her whistle again, nor him.

Each day she walks amid the trees, kicking aside the leaves seeking the place where one passionate summer’s day she lost her little wooden whistle.


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29 comments:

  1. Clever tale, but I have grave doubts about your metaphor, Keith!

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    1. Haha! I can't imagine what you are refering to CE!

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  2. I had a wry smile too! But also a nice piece of mythical romance.

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  3. Hi Keith - lovely pixie like tale .. a delight to read - cheers Hilary

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  4. Always love the magical stories!

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    1. Me too! We aught to write more as a distraction from these troubled times.

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  5. Very nice. Kieth, seems you have a soft side 'neath it all.

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    1. You would be very surpised Gregory! Cheers.

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  6. Nicely done with a touch of a fairy tale ending.

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  7. We all lose the magic eventually.

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  8. Me thinks she lost more than a whistle.😉

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    1. ...and methinks you are correct! Thanks Denise.

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  9. And I thought the world of magical realism and fairy tales was long dead. Excellent writing, Keith.

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    1. That's very kind of you neel.Thank you

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  10. Ah, Keith. My first impression was what a wonderful fantastical tale. Then I read the comments. And reread it twice and then found the word "passionate." Very clever. I'm usually quicker with these things, I'll blame it on the time.

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    1. Haha! Initially I was not sure anyone would notice, it was just a little joke between me and myself! Best call it a night Sascha. Thanks so much for your comment.

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  11. Intriguing! Did he belong to this world?

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    1. I saw him as a pixie when I orinally wrote but now I'm not sure! Thanks Reena

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  12. I really enjoyed reading your very nice post!!! Very nice and unique.
    Henry

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    1. That's so kind of you Henry, thank you.

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  13. I hope she finds her whitle again. Good story Keith

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