12/09/2015

FIRST NATION - a 100 word story

Late on parade again!
I've been a tad busy with the bureaucratic aftermath of selling property in Spanish territory, and we also handed our car over to its new owners, said adios to several friends, and checked that our money had arrived safely in England

Today I had just finished writing this when my daughter suggested a walk along El Medano promenade and a lunch of sardines and pulpo. No contest - blogging could wait!

For those of you who don't already know, Rochelle runs thie weekly Flash Fiction Fest from her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  If you follow the Blue Frog trail from there you can read scores of other writers' takes on theis week's photo prompt.
After you've read and commented on mine, of course!



FIRST NATION

The Jeep lurched and Monty fought it to a standstill.
“Flat tyre,” he said resignedly, “Everyone out – you kids find me a flat rock to support the jack.”
Beside the wide, empty road Josh tugged the perfect rock out of a pile and Amy gasped, “You can’t take that – it’s Indian magic.”
“Don’t talk rot,” he scoffed, but immediately after the wheel-change Amy made him put it back.

“Heap of fuss about nothing,” Josh grumbled as his sister delicately replaced the top stone, but then a sudden rush of wind spread a layer of blood-red maple leaves around their feet.



26 comments:

  1. I sense trouble ahead. Nice one Lizy.

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    1. Thanks Sandra - they did put it back!

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  2. Dear Liz,

    Amy saved that day, didn't she? We did go in the direction of the First Nation. Love it.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS I admire and appreciate the fact that, in the midst of all of your moving turmoil, you find the time to write.

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    1. Thanks Rochelle. In my turn, I appreciate the weekly prompt that makes me write one story if nothing else!

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    2. I understand, Liz. When I joined FF I was in the midst of a terrible time and writing these little stories took my mind off of it.

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  3. I think it's unwise to move the sacred stones.. hopefully the managed to put it back in time.

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    1. I think the spirits would make allowances for children, don't you?

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  4. It's a good thing they put the rock back! Wonderful story!

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  5. Josh is lucky that Amy is there, good thing they returned the stone. Lovely story.

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    1. Boys should always listen to their sisters!

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  6. Oh oh oh! I can feel ominous tidings.

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    1. Blood red showers could well be a warning.

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  7. I like to think the leaves are thanks for returning something they needed to borrow, rather than thoughtlessly taking what they wanted.

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  8. Fascinating story, Lizy. I agree with Patsy - I think the leaves were an acknowledgement of thanks! (And isn't this what stories are all about... to allow the reader to reach their own conclusions?)

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    1. Susan - I wasn't sure myself what the leaves meant when it happened to me, though in my case I decided to leave the sacred stones undisturbed and found another rock.

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  9. Oo that's a chilling touch. Nicely told.

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  10. Nicely done, Lizy, and in the midst of all you're doing, too. Hope it all went smoothly and I'm glad to see you have your priorities right. :-)

    janet

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  11. A walk with the daughter? Anytime!
    I love that it was maple leaves, perhaps it is that autumn is upon us. I could see them so clearly.

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    1. When the inspiration for this story happened to me, it was in October in Canada - red maple leaves Everywhere!

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  12. Fascinating. I'd like to read a follow up!

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    1. A follow up? I barely managed to write this!

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