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“You’re
having another baby?” Henry pushed his plate away and stormed out of the house.
The train whistle echoed mournfully across the fields as he darted over the
tracks and slumped against a tree. A baby! he raged – his life was ruined.
Watching
his home being erased frame by frame as the freight cars passed, he was suddenly
afraid it might disappear entirely, and the moment the train had gone he raced
back home, straight into her arms.
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Thanks to Rochelle for the photograph and for hosting Friday Fictioneers. You can read other stories by following the link on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
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HARKING BACK TO MY A-Z THEME, did you know that Tenerife has its very own saint?
HERMANO PEDRO was born in the mountains of Tenerife, and spent his early years as a goat-herd before he felt called to preach by example by helping the sick in Guatamala.
There is a HOSPITAL there dedicated to him, but his original cave home - now THE HERMITAGE OF SAN PEDRO - lies
directly beneath the western end of the runway of Reina Sofia Airport, Tenerife.
The
airport authorities actually wanted to move it but there was an uproar. The
Hermitage is a place of pilgrimage and besides, how can you move a ravine and
its caves?
So Hermano Pedro stayed. A priest says Mass there regularly, and the
walls of the cave are festooned with holy pictures and slips of paper
containing prayers. One of those prayers is mine. It was answered.
Oh, I'm so glad it was answered! LOVE the 100 worder, as usual. You should really make a book of these. Liz http://www.lizbrownleepoet (this is my blog, don't click on my name, whig is a defunct blog address!)
ReplyDeleteThanks Liz - when I get back to England, making a book of my flash fiction is one of my plans.
DeleteGreat story - cute twist :-)
ReplyDeleteLol, moving caves! Gotta love people in authority. Glad your prayer was answered.
Far too often the people in authority have had a brain-ectomy!
DeleteI liked the phrase about the house being erased frame by frame. Very graphic in the context of the moving train. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra. The photo reminded me of my visit to Canada, when I walked a longish way from my son's house and experienced that same sense of distance.
DeleteBravo getting your FF into your A-Z...wonderful multi task!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn - it was that or do two blogs which would divide my already scant helping of comments even further!
DeleteHi from a fellow A to Z-er! Of course, Heart goes quite well with Home, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteHeart? Was that your H word? Thanks for dropping in, Bob.
DeleteGoodness, I was so absorbed in the facts that your final comment took my breath away.
ReplyDeleteI tell it how it appears to me. Beliefs are personal choices.
DeleteWell done. I didn't expect Henry was an older sibling until the end. The new baby has been tough on my grandchildren, especially Erika who was THE baby until Lily came along. You captured those feeling well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Russell - I hoped I'd managed a surprise ending. My son's elder boy was knowcked off his perch by a younger baby, and even though he loves him it wasn't easy. The little cousin who arrived in January is another matter entirely - they both simply adore her!
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ReplyDeleteThat caught me by surprise. Well done. And the disappearing frame is rather clever.
ReplyDeleteThanks Patrick - watching a similar scene once made me think of a jerky old film, hance the phrase. They say no experience is ever lost to a writer.
DeleteMost enjoyable. I love how Henry has a change of heart by the end, and the surprise revelation about who he is is delightful. Really effective description of the house disappearing behind the moving train carriages.
ReplyDeleteThanks Margirene. Poor Henry was taken by surprise but i bet he'll be an adoring elder brother.
DeleteDear LIz,
ReplyDeleteI thought Henry was a real jerk until I realized he was a little boy afraid of being replaced. Lovely story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle - I'm glad my subterfuge worked!
DeleteAnother great story, Lizy. Pleased you are considering a collection of them. Some fascinating things I am learning about Tenerife, too. Did you ever consider being a tour guide for the "off the beaten track" lovers?
ReplyDeleteAnn
I'm too busy writing to be a tour guide!
DeleteLovely story, and some wonderful lines - I love the description of the house being erased by the freight train, and the relief of him being back in Mum's arms. Very moving, especially when son #2 is coming here in a month or so.
ReplyDeleteHenry will probably be an adoring big brother. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteLovely little twist at the end. I wasn't expecting that. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alicia.
DeleteOooohhh! That was my reaction! So remember my older son's reaction to the fact the baby wasn't leaving...
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely story!
Thanks Dale - I had four children and I remember sibling jealousy vividly!
DeleteLove that response... I guess that Henry will be a great big brother.
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