The toad was heart-broken. He had spent the summer, belting out the most melodious croaks, while she remained unmoved. All his mates had spawned families that were frolicking in gay abandon, while he mooned over this divine other-worldly creature.
Not surprisingly, he was the talk of the entire pond. Toad families came to gaze at him even as he gazed at his loved one, quite lost in the throes of love. Poetic toads were even writing ballads about his unrequited love.
Finally, his mother arrived, took one look and gagged in incredulity, “How can you have toadlets with a lotus?”
Wanted to stay clear of seriousness, as there is too much of it in the real world. Much love to Rochelle for hosting the wonderfully eclectic Friday Fictioneers. 🙂
Tracey is overjoyed. Justin’s lunch boxes are coming back empty. And he’s also putting on weight. She attributes it to the fully eaten lunches. But why the sudden change?
Finally, she asks casually, “You seem to be extra hungry at school these days. Been doing more sports?”
“Mmm…mmmm, not really!”
“Well! You’ve been polishing off all your lunches of late.”
And innocent 7-year old that he is, he blurts out. “We found this strange machine in the woods behind the school. You put your lunchbox in and the food turns into whatever you ask for, like burgers and pizzas.”
“What’s this?” Aranck pointed. They had never been this far into the forest before.
“Let’s check it out.” Askook, the ever adventurous, reached forward with his spear.
“Don’t!” It was too late.
Instantly, lightning sparked up and crackled through spear and carrier. And he was gone. Without a trace.
(1000 years later at the same spot, on a modern sidewalk, a man in strange clothing with a spear appears.
He is arrested (for carrying unlicensed arms), tried and spends two years in prison. They would have liked to deport him but couldn’t decipher where he’s from.
He is homeless now.
Thinking of first nation people always makes me angry and sad, especially now when I read news reports about how the South American first nation people are in danger of being wiped out by the corona virus. I just wish we would leave them alone and not try to “convert” or conquer them. And give back all their lands.
Thanks for another great prompt Rochelle. Hope all of the FF gang are keeping safe and in their bubble 🙂
She had seen pictures of these semi-museums. Now, she was standing in one.
“It would have been odd,” she mused, “to eat in public, with people watching. Could I have licked my fingers? Burp?” She had to worry about none of that. Eating out meant the food arrived at her doorstep with the click of a few buttons.
Yet, there was festivity in this setting, even pomp, as though the act of eating was worthy of celebration. She imagined the hum of voices, scents rising from sweltering plates, the communality of the experience.
All of which stopped in 2020.
Returning to FF after a long, long time. Been busy changing countries, restarting business, finding my bearings. It’s good to start writing again. Thanks Rochelle for continuing to continue and so ably that too. Looking forward to reading all the other FFs 🙂
Everyday, as she walks past, Lila admires the house. Gleaming in the sunlight, it looks so warm and welcoming, so totally unlike her old, dingy shack. She imagines a house filled with bustle and laughter.
Inside the house, the air hardly moves as Maya sits at the window, in her wheelchair, watching the passing girl. She drinks in her spritely walk, her jaunty ponytail sashaying in the sunlight, her intense gaze, almost daring her to walk.
Months later, she tells her surprised doctor, “She willed me to walk, that girl who sent me waves of joyous energy down her gaze.”
I wanted to write something uplifting, in contrast to the somber mood of the winter we are in. Leafless trees and frost. And I do believe in the tremendous power of our thoughts to change our reality. Returning once again to the eclectic group of Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle 🙂