A Trio of Micro Fiction Tales for Tea Time

Milton Manor, Sutton Wick. CC2.0 photo by John Turner.

Warmup Wednesday over at Flash! Friday gave this photo as a prompt. For the second part of the prompt, you had to use a song title as the title of your story - and write a story of exactly 100 words. I decided to try and write three stand alone stories which are part of the same story. My thoughts went to a ship on the sea instead of a rowboat on a lake… So, of course, I had to start off with “Alas, you salt sea gods” and take it from there.

Hope you enjoy these three micro tales!

Alas, you salt sea gods

A sorrow-filled salt breeze curls around the house and pushes at the water where the child-sized boat stands empty upon the water. Beyond the grand house and manicured lawns a figure in white traces the edge of the tall cliffs where waves throw themselves to foam against the rocks. Her feet follows the path worn during long days of worrying and waiting. A gold locket with two photos polished bright by worried hands. The wedding dress worn the day before the ship set sail still catches in the salt air every day as she stands, weeps, and hopes.

Flow My Tears

A mother’s hands are never still. Today they busy themselves knitting a thick jersey the colour of the sea on a winter’s day. A cold day like today when foam washes and blows and cover the rocks like snow. When the mist conceals the great house and the sorrows it holds. A young bride left alone. A mother worrying and pouring every weeping breath and tear into the wool that will keep him safe from cold when he returns. If he returns.

The yarn twists and knots like her mind and her aching heart. A mother’s hands are never still.

Way to Go

The romance of the sea soon made way for fear stretching its tentacles from the depths of the dark crypt that lie wherever they go. Fiery drink do little to sway the cold or the loneliness. He dreams of his bride waiting on the cliffs, guiding the ship safely home. He dreams of his mother sitting in a chair by the windows; her hands as busy as they always are.

Many miles still stretch between him and home. But a figure in white and yarn the colour of the sea pulls him away from the crypt and takes him home. 

Here you can have a listen to the songs:

Alas, you salt sea gods by Farrant

Here’s a postabout “Alas, you salt sea gods” and the (real) story behind the song.

Flow my Tears by John Dowland. Here’s a link to the lyrics of the song.

Way to Go by Thieve and Die Heuwels Fantasties

"Jurassic Landscape" by Tom Eversley

Midweek fiction: A Song for the Moon

Written for “WarmupWednesday”, the prompt was the photo below and you had to include a word of gibberish. 

A Song for the Moon

I played the moon a song to keep her from leaving.

People tell how the moon was the sun's lover in an age long forgotten. But their ways parted and the sun forsook the moon and left her to wander the paths of heaven alone. The stars took pity on her loneliness and played the music of lulurasetsin for her. She tarried in the sky, listening, never leaving earth’s side.

But the stars are dimming. And, with them, their music.

I will play star music for her, hoping that she will tarry here and not leave again to wander alone.

Harp. PD photo by Skitterphoto

Midweek fiction: A Song for the Moon

Written for “WarmupWednesday”, the prompt was the photo below and you had to include a word of gibberish. 

A Song for the Moon

I played the moon a song to keep her from leaving.

People tell how the moon was the sun's lover in an age long forgotten. But their ways parted and the sun forsook the moon and left her to wander the paths of heaven alone. The stars took pity on her loneliness and played the music of lulurasetsin for her. She tarried in the sky, listening, never leaving earth’s side.

But the stars are dimming. And, with them, their music.

I will play star music for her, hoping that she will tarry here and not leave again to wander alone.

Harp. PD photo by Skitterphoto

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