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It's time for another flash fiction. I had a hard time this week coming up with an angle to approach the image we were using for inspiration, despite it being a lovely picture. Hopefully I managed something a little different here from what my writing partners, Linda and Melissa, have done with their stories. Of course, you can read their works by clicking on their names :)

Without further ado, here's...


The House on the Bluffs, an original short by Jackie Lester

        The spot by the river where the fallen tree spanned across the water was always her favourite place to read. It was especially good because, the way the huge limbs had landed, they’d created a natural nook, like the cradle of a mother’s arms, perfect for leaning against and daydreaming. Ryan planned to take full advantage of these things, having nothing better to do at the moment.
        She leaned into the curve of the tree, not even worried how the small bits of bark might become uncomfortable. Ryan didn’t care at all. She just smiled at the pleasure a beautiful summer day like this can bring.
        Ryan bent the cover of her paperback, finding the page she’d dog-eared easily. As she read the tale of the swashbuckling princess fighting her way through a throng of black-hearted pirates, Ryan felt her eyes begin to close. The only thing that could make this moment even better was dreaming that Ryan was herself the brave woman in the novel. Sarafina, Princess of Andolovia, who could employ her sword with both hands equally well…
        But Ryan knew her dream would be different even before she opened her eyes. She could feel something soft at her fingertips. She stroked carefully and was rewarded with a lick on her hand. When Ryan finally opened her eyes, she saw that it was foxes, baby foxes, all curled up with her on the forest floor. How adorable!
        Ryan noticed she wasn’t wearing her favourite Clash t-shirt and cut-off shorts anymore either. Instead, a form-fitted, rose-coloured dress caressed her body. She wanted to jump up and fuss over the pretty gown getting wrinkled but her new furry friends looked too comfortable to disturb.
        She craned her head to look around. The river looked the same. The fallen tree was definitely the same. The biggest difference was the dark cliffs that she could just make out in the distance. There was a grand manor house that sat on top of the bluffs. It looked foreboding at the least, possibly haunted by a trapped spirit. Clouds hung low and dark over the building, adding to its oppressive feeling. It wasn’t a welcoming place but Ryan itched to go explore anyway.
        Ryan tried to shift but the fox cubs wouldn’t budge from her lap. Deciding there was nothing to be done about it, Ryan lay her head back against the downed tree and closed her eyes again. She wondered what she would find in that house on the bluffs if she could only go look, and began to imagine the possibilities.
        She jumped from her sleep this time, finding that she was back in her summer clothes. She looked in the direction of the scary house and found nothing unusual there. Only her small town with its large water reservoir that could be seen over the corn fields.
        Ryan stood up, dusting her shorts off. She looked for her book, which must have tumbled out of her hands when she’d woken up. It was nowhere to be found. She looked pensively again in the direction where the manor house had been in her dream and said, “I know what’s in the house!” She ran back through the corn fields, to her little house in town, where she would sit down and write her own adventure novel. Scratch that. It would be a Gothic mystery.
        She’d found a way to be the brave heroine after all.

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MelLHay
Aug. 6th, 2014 01:15 pm (UTC)
Oh nice! I love the feel of the imagery and all here. I want to know what's in the house too. Well done!
seolmara
Aug. 6th, 2014 04:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I think Ryan knows what's there but I don't. Yet ;)
blodeuedd83
Aug. 6th, 2014 02:41 pm (UTC)
Aww a very nice and sweet story
seolmara
Aug. 6th, 2014 04:29 pm (UTC)
Yeah, the foxes didn't attacker her after all, lol.
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