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.
I sense trouble ahead. Nice one Lizy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra - they did put it back!
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteAmy 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.
Thanks Rochelle. In my turn, I appreciate the weekly prompt that makes me write one story if nothing else!
DeleteI 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.
DeleteI think it's unwise to move the sacred stones.. hopefully the managed to put it back in time.
ReplyDeleteI think the spirits would make allowances for children, don't you?
DeleteIt's a good thing they put the rock back! Wonderful story!
ReplyDeleteThanks PJ.
DeleteJosh is lucky that Amy is there, good thing they returned the stone. Lovely story.
ReplyDeleteBoys should always listen to their sisters!
DeleteOh oh oh! I can feel ominous tidings.
ReplyDeleteBlood red showers could well be a warning.
DeleteI like to think the leaves are thanks for returning something they needed to borrow, rather than thoughtlessly taking what they wanted.
ReplyDeleteLovely thought, Patsy.
DeleteFascinating 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?)
ReplyDeleteSusan - 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.
DeleteOo that's a chilling touch. Nicely told.
ReplyDeleteThanks MArgirene.
DeleteNicely 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. :-)
ReplyDeletejanet
Thanks Janet! We fly home today.
DeleteA walk with the daughter? Anytime!
ReplyDeleteI love that it was maple leaves, perhaps it is that autumn is upon us. I could see them so clearly.
When the inspiration for this story happened to me, it was in October in Canada - red maple leaves Everywhere!
DeleteFascinating. I'd like to read a follow up!
ReplyDeleteA follow up? I barely managed to write this!
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