FLASH FICTION FRIDAY ~Where The Crow Roosts~

Posted: April 7, 2013 in dark, fiction, Outdoors, writing
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ShannonOldroyd Orange Skies Of New Jersey

What is the purpose of your art?

Time to share.

A friend from years past made a social media posting that essentially stated ‘The first five people who respond to this post will receive a free piece of my art.’ I was instantly struck by her generosity. The gist was that the recipients should then bare the responsibility to pay it forward, and so on.

The great ripple effect had begin.

My problem was I wasn’t one of the five. Story of my life. I responded anyway. I mean, why not? I risked nothing in doing so. In fact, by even giving my response I was letting her know her reach and influence was broader than she anticipated. She soon responded back that I too could participate.

That was a few weeks ago, the pact was nearly forgotten, until I heard the sound of dogs barking, which is the sound that accompanies the approaching mailman each day. Wise as he is, he walks the neighborhood with a pocket full of dog treats.

Who knew this day would not be like each other? It sounded very much the same.

Hanging from the mouth of the mailbox just outside my front door was a special delivery. Enclosed inside the cushioned mailer pouch was a 3 inch square painted canvas mounted on a wooden frame and, something from a lost era, a handwritten note. These blessings arrived yesterday.

I am completely moved by the thought, the effort, the freely shared energy, the connection.

Being who I am and having the limited gifts that I do, I was motivated to write a flash of fiction based on her art, and then share with all of you and invite you to perhaps continue her experiment in some fashion.

In a complete abuse of the #FridayFictioneers I’ve tagged and linked (and hope Rochelle appreciates and understands; the story does however fit with this weeks prompt) so that you all might take this gem and toss your own art-sharing-pebble.

After all, what are we striving for anyway?

The copyright on this art belongs to S.O.

So, here we go. My contribution:

Where The Crow Roosts

Soft footfalls upon layered molderings, careless boney whispers between leafless trees, these the witnesses to the broken man’s burden as he trudged, ever onward, driven by a need for simple answers, for self discovery and a truth of his own, or perhaps for something broader, more absolute.

And a key; not something crafted of iron, but an understanding.

A rusted throaty utterance halted his progression, interrupted his brooding. Refocused, he immediately recalled this place and what he had done. And as an iridescent form settled among the boughs above, he understood this place would hold importance for him yet again.

jKb



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Comments
  1. billgncs says:

    what do we do that has a chance to endure? Children and art.

  2. This is beautiful.

    janet

  3. Maggie says:

    Such a thoughtful and caring story leaving me wondering.

  4. silent kim says:

    A warm story. Both the intro and this week’s entry.

  5. Dear JK.
    I do indeed understand and welcome your piece. Strong and beautiful writing, both intro and story. While you may have been writing for another picture it certainly fits this week’s FF prompt.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

  6. zookyworld says:

    An incredibly generous gesture by your friend to give away some works of art. Also, a neat exercise for the recipients to pay it forward. I think of blogs in a way of people freely sharing their art; it’s one of the things I love about blogs, discovering a huge world of creative works. I enjoyed your story, with the key of understanding. You write with precise words, and those well build the scene.

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