Who made the stars dance?

There was magic in the stars that night.

The last time I saw them they were dead, just cold lights in the sky.

Now they danced without movement. They danced to a rhythm that was their own, following an ancient tune only they could hear.

But who made the stars dance?

Was it her, with her wisp of a smile? Was it him with the light gone from his eyes?

Or was it me with my pattering heart, filled to the brim with bubbling starlight?

That night I fell asleep to the rhythm of the stars.



Daily Prompt:Rhythmic

Flash Fiction: The Strange Child

Her name was Ivy, or so they said, and no one knew quite what she was.

I’d grown up with stories about the mad girl who lived in the jungle. She’d been here since my great-grandfather’s time, but she never aged. She watched us often but never spoke.

Was she a witch? A spirit? An immortal faerie?

And what did she want from us?

I saw her only once. I was picking plums on the outskirts of the village. The only sound was the steady plonk…plonk… of plums dropping into my apron. As I worked I became aware of someone watching me. I looked up to the canopy and there she was, a waif of a child, looking down at me with sad curiosity.

I should have fled. Who knows what strange magic she had. But for some reason I didn’t.

I still don’t know why I did it.

I held a plum out to her. “They’re sweet,” I said.

She stared at me, confused.

“I…I can’t eat all of them, so you ought to take one.”

She didn’t move. But as I walked away I looked back and saw something that made me smile. Ivy had come down from the tree and was clasping the plum with both hands, an expression of wonder on her face.


After that Ivy disappeared.

The days turned to years, the years to decades, but no one saw hide nor hair of the strange girl who had once watched us.

After all those years why had she chosen that moment to leave us?

My grandchildren think I’m telling tales, but that day as I walked away from the jungle Ivy glanced up from her uneaten plum to look at me one last time, and there was a change in her eyes. Around that same time I felt a change in the trees around us. The whole jungle shifted.

When the young ones have left and I’m alone in my hut, I ponder that thought. That somehow, in that strangest of meetings, Ivy had finally found what she was looking for.


Note: This is the follow-up to the vignette of the same name.

Daily Prompt:Hideout


For more of my fantasy flash:


Glass Prison

Vignette: Far Far Away

The ocean air didn’t feel quite right to Anna, so she waved it away with a twirl of her fingers. She shielded her eyes against the morning sunlight and looked out to the islands in the distance. They were pretty white islands on a green green sea, like scoops of icecream on melted peppermint, blazing…sparkling…but those islands, they were so very far away.


Note: This is from a short story I wrote a while back for a creative writing assignment. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with the story. Give it another round of editing and post it up? Time will  tell.


Daily Prompt:Glitter

Flash Fiction: Immortal

I bit into the fruit. Its juice burned like sweet fire and I coughed.

Was I immortal now?

I touched a palm to my cheek. I didn’t feel any different. This was the forbidden fruit, no? The fruit from the cursed persimmon tree?

I took another bite.

And  another.

The juice felt warm in my veins, and my whole body became warm with it. I began to feel sleepy.

I lay down under the tree. Its leaves fell into a gentle dance above me, each one a tiny hypnotic flame.

I felt myself slipping into a dream…


I still sleep under that persimmon tree.

I don’t know if it’s been decades or centuries. I long to feel the wind in my hair again, but I know that if I wake I’ll die.

Every so often someone comes to visit me. A young girl with hair like flames. She waters the tree. She caresses my cheek and whispers “thank you”.

Her breath burns like sweet fire.



Daily Prompt: Juicy


For more of my dark fantasy flash:

Glass Prison

Barley Fields