Thanks as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog - https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ - and to Emmy L Gant who took the photograph which prompted our stories.
MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
Her
singing surpassed the music of the spheres and he heard the call from the far
side of the sun. Flying at the speed of light, they met in the stardust of
Saturn’s rings, then danced their mating ballet between the circling planets, her
veils wafting inimitable colours over the night sky.
They came
together in a burst of meteoric brilliance and sank in perfect synchrony to
Earth, where she laid their egg. It hatched beneath the rarefied light of a
blue moon and they bore it skywards.
The
morning sun revealed only the skeletal remains of a shell.
Magical, Lizy.
ReplyDeleteThank you, aw.
DeleteBeautiful. I really love your way with words.
ReplyDeleteThanks you, Eve.
DeleteBeautiful. I really love your way with words.
ReplyDeleteDear Lizy,
ReplyDeleteEthereal and intriguing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
DeleteGlad you liked it, Baggy.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great take on the prompt. So original.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra - the photo was too dark to see anything other than an egg shape, so ...
DeleteLovely. I so liked the skeletal shell of the egg.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jenny.
DeleteLovely! Science fiction, singing and true love! Three of my favorite things, and so beautifully wtitten.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Jan.
DeleteInteresting one, Liz!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading it, MJ.
DeleteWell written and beautiful language.
ReplyDeleteThank you CK, and thanks for commenting
DeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDelete(I had no idea spheres were musical - must listen to mine!)
It#s a quote from somewhere but I didn't look it up!
DeleteAh.. I just wonder what divine creature that hatched...
ReplyDeleteA starbird, naturally. Or perhaps an angel?
DeleteFantastic, Liz! Beautiful language.
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy - I was in poetic mode that morning!
DeleteI like the flow of this. It's almost like something from mythology. A refreshing take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks Russell - it flowed from my pen without pause, and it felt like an old story at the time - pehaps it is mythical.
DeleteThere was indeed magic in that story Liz and it was infused with colors. It truly sounds like an ancient myth. Well done. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThanks you Suzanne.
Deleteand so that was how it all began. i'm shell-shocked. :)
Delete:D
DeleteLovely story.
ReplyDeleteVery magical.