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Three Into One

Photo prompt by Fandango


Dear Readers

Little did I know when I posted the first version of this story yesterday that it would literally give rise to three versions. I include these below.

The first version (Revision A -bottom of this post) is the one I was happy with until Priceless Joy’s comment, which got me thinking, obviously I had not made my three characters clear, they were grown up but they weren’t men. Out rolled Revision B (middle of this post), which prompted Moon to make an implied observation about what the creature might be. This comment and concerns why these men/not men where here troubled me last night as I slept. First thing this morning, I remembered my last flash fiction story for What Pegman Saw (Crossroad) and my search for wonder. The wonder was not clear in this story, so out popped Revision C – my third and final Revision of this story I promise. This version can be found directly underneath this introduction.

Thank you PrioryHouseblog for being on my wavelength and for seeing that wonder and knowing what I wanted the creature to be but hadn’t made it clear.

And thank you everyone else for letting me share my editing machinations with you.

Hope you enjoy any, or all, Revisions of my story.

Sincerely

Kelvin


THREE INTO ONE (Revision C)

by

Kelvin M. Knight

The peculiar trough was exactly where Lac said it would be. Carefully, they emptied their sacks into each compartment. Albert poured pine cones. Charlie poured moss. Pouring horse chestnuts, Harry whispered, ‘This ain’t never gonna work.’

Holding fingers to their lips, Albert and Charlie glowered at him. Lac said any sound could scare it away.

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry followed them into the undergrowth. Here, the little men waited… for sunset… for the moon to rise… for fists of moths… for darting bats… blue-nosed badgers snuffling at humming tree trunks… the flapping of wings followed by an almighty thud.

Albert nearly gasped. Charlie gripped his mouth. Shaking its mane, the animal stretched mighty wings and leapt towards the trough. First it nosed the moss, then the pine cones. When it chomped the horse chestnuts, Harry squealed like a speared pig.

Wings ripped open the night. Rising rapidly, the animal glared at them with three faces – their faces. Nonchalance, bravado and wonder consumed its black eyes then rose to make its horn glow iridescent white.

(175 words)


THREE INTO ONE (Revision B)

by

Kelvin M. Knight

Rusty daggers sheathed, they approached the trough, each lugging a sack. Into the first compartment, Albert poured…

‘Pine cones?’ Harry snorted. ‘They’ll never work!’

‘Each to their own, Harold.’ Charlie poured moss from his sack into the third compartment of the trough.

‘Well?’ Albert and Charlie looked impatiently at Harry. ‘We haven’t got all night!’

‘Actually we have.’ Looking smug, Harry emptied the horse chestnuts from his sack into the middle compartment.

The little men then scurried into the undergrowth and waited… for sunset… for the moon to rise… for fists of moths… for darting bats… blue-nosed badgers snuffling into view… the flapping of wings followed by an almighty thud.

Albert gasped. Charlie gripped his mouth.

Shaking its mane, the animal stretched its wings and leapt towards the trough. First it nosed the moss, then the pine cones. When it chomped the horse chestnuts, Harry squealed like a speared pig.

Wings ripped open the night. Rising rapidly, the animal glared at them with three faces – their faces, swirling into one, before disappearing into blackness.

(175 words)


THREE INTO ONE (Revision A)

by

Kelvin M. Knight

They approached the makeshift trough, each lugging a sack. Into the first compartment, Albert poured…

‘Pine cones?’ Harry snorted. ‘They’ll never work!’

‘Each to their own, Harold.’ Charlie poured moss from his sack into the third compartment of the trough.

‘Well?’ Albert and Charlie looked impatiently at Harry. ‘We haven’t got all night!’

‘Actually we have.’ Looking smug, Harry emptied the horse chestnuts from his sack into the middle compartment.

Then they scurried into the undergrowth and waited… for the sun to set… the moon to rise… for fists of moths… for darting bats… for blue-nosed badgers snuffling into view… for the flapping of wings followed by that telltale thud.

Albert gasped. Charlie gripped his mouth.

Shaking its mane, the animal stretched its wings and trotted towards the trough. First it nosed the moss, then the pine cones. When it chomped the horse chestnuts, Harry squealed like a speared pig.

Wings ripped open the night. Rising rapidly, the animal glared at them with their faces – three lumps of greenness in one horse-like head.

(175 words)


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Out of the Rainbow

Photo prompt by any1mark66

OUT OF THE RAINBOW

by

Kelvin M. Knight

Stones, stones, there were always too many stones. She would have to create another sculpture. Sculptures were good. Stones were bad. The way they hissed at her, that same message, over and over. Covering her ears, she gritted her teeth. Her sculptures never spoke to her. They remained perfectly still, silent, respectful, as all offspring should.

‘Seen but not heard.’

She dropped one stone after another from her over-sized tunic’s sleeve. Then she prodded the stones into lines with her heels, seven arcing lines forming the enormous shape they told her to make. Over this she squeezed red berries, blueberries, and gooseberries.

Rain fell.

The sun shone.

A rainbow. No, two rainbows. One rainbow was good. Two were bad. Two were tearing a hole in the sky. Struggling to stand, she watched this hole consume the first rainbow’s end.

An end where there was no pot of gold. Yet there was something golden, with silver-tipped wings, and cloven hooves of bronze, peering out.

(165 words)


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Into the Wood

Photo prompt by Fandango

INTO the WOOD

by

Kelvin M. Knight

She loved it when the trees were old. Playing her hands over the fallen ones, Eolande felt Withering inside. No matter where her fingertips danced – trunk or knot, peeling bark or broken branch – the sensations were identical: first her wrists tingled, then her elbows, then her shoulders. From there, the tingling rushed into her legs, which now felt lighter, faster.

Eolande laughed. Translucence flashed in the corner of her eyes, while the ground below her blurred into browns and greys.

Thrusting her hands deeper into the trees – deep as her elbows, if she dared – Eolande felt as though she was sinking in mud. This made her legs blur faster, made that buzzing of bees behind her become a drumming of woodpeckers around her. Birdsong blossomed in her lungs.

When she sang, Withering rose from those upward groping roots, before sinking into these browns and greys, streaking them with blackness, whereupon purples pushed through.

Bluebells. Bluebells. A field of bluebells! Eolande’s tingling sprang into a fairy’s delight.

(166 words)


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This is my 166 word story for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge number 149. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It’s fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

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