Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!
A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
The light, warm breeze ruffled her hair that was turning grey bit by tiny bit at the roots. The woods were peaceful; no one ever came here, because no one knew about this place. Not anymore. Little flecks of sun flittered down through the treetops, dancing along the bramble-strewn ground. The setting sun was painting a rainbow of fiery colors along the trees and the small open field in front of her.
She leaned against the truck of a tree, closing her two-tone marbled green eyes as she listened to the forest and the memories it brought along with it. Bright laughs and smiles. Shining eyes and pure joy on their expressions. Nights of sneaking off like rebellious teenagers just to lay out under the stars next to a crystal clear lake and listen to chirping of crickets and the splash of the waterfall. Stolen kisses and safe arms to hold each other tight and snuggle down. Swimming under the hot afternoon soon and joking around like little kids dunking each other. Flying in the open air where no one could see them just be.
Her hand slowly reached up and touched the locket necklace around her neck as she opened her eyes once more. She had never once taken it off in her life since it had been given to her. Nor did she ever plan to take it off until her dying breath and her body returned to the earth.
A soft smile touched her lips, letting her head rest against the tree as she gazed out into the field. Her eyes lingered upon the cabin, its weathered wood having lasted the years of nature’s abuse and still held sturdy. Just as their relationship and devotion to one another had lasted the years of targets on their backs. Nothing had ever managed to rock their boat or divide them, no matter how hard some tried to pry them apart and destroy the hope they built together. Just like the cabin in front of her they built.
Their home. Their little piece of paradise. Their escape from all the stress, worry, and horrors of a life that continued to nip at their heels like ravaged wolves through the years.
She kissed the locket to honor the memories then pushed off the tree and meandered to the cabin. The door creaked slightly with old age as she pushed it open; the scent of pine and lavender wafted past her with a cool breeze and she walked inside. Holding her hand out, fire bloomed into existence over her palm and she tossed the small flame onto a couple candles, filling the comforting space with a warm glow.
Stopping just inside, she gazed around with nostalgic eyes, taking in the worn cabin of years and years of togetherness.
That was how long they had been married before the unfortunate struck and finally tore them apart. She still remembered those days as if it had just been yesterday. They had been through so much together, and she had been so sure she would have followed him quickly to the grave. Funny how old age and new perspective changed things though; how it made you look back and remember all the good you shared, and yes, even the bad you pulled each other through. She knew he never would have wanted her to follow him to the grave, he would have wanted her to keep living, and knowing his wish was all that kept her from following. Her family and his wish for her.
Her fingers trailed along the dusty piano, playing a few mournful notes. She stopped her recollection of her other half when she made it to the memorial stand and picked up the small statue of a fierce black horse, holding so regal in a half rear with his head bowed and front legs kicking out.
They had both been her other half; best friend and love. A horse and a boy. A fiery spirit with the loyalty and protection of a dog to her, and the golden-eyed boy with a heart to move mountains for her. She owed her life and happiness to both of them. For she would never be where she was now if not for them, she never would have survived and pushed forward.
Oh how she missed galloping through the woods with the wind in her hair, listening to the wing beats overhead of her husband flying along above her. They used to go every day, rain or shine. It had been their little ritual.
That had been freedom. Pure, blissful freedom.
It was ironic how in the end it wasn’t their foes that did them in after all, but the course of nature itself, a freak accident so to say. They had lived through so many trials together, managed to overcome their adversary and their own fates. They made their own paths. Until old age took her horse away from her, knelt at his side as he took his last dying breath. Until the unfortunate stole the breath of her love too soon from her at his bedside with hands clasped.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she set the statue back down, then ran her fingers over the engraved stone plague with a single black rose frozen in time laying over it. She touched the initials softly as the tears spilled over their dam. The slightest brush against her shoulder made her tilt her head towards it and she reached across her chest to rest her slightly wrinkled hand on her shoulder. She felt the comforting presence wash over her, the sense of arms around her, holding her close.
The words on the plague blurred in her vision, but still she whispered them out loud to the spirit at her side.
“Forever and always, my love, even across dimensions. We will be together again.”
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