When I first came up with the concept of Immortal Monday, my thought was to eventually share a running storyline about immortals. Let’s face it, I am a story-teller. I’m doing my best to be an excellent blogger for you, but I often feel like I fall on my face. Can you see the visual? Anyway, Immortal Monday has seen some pretty good success as it stands. The Gods are rather popular and I hope the Fae are equally as interesting.
Today, I want to do something a little different. Last week I ran across Words in Sync by Shah Wharton. The picture prompt provided immediately inspired something in me, moving me to write without hesitation. To participate in the challenge one needs to write a poem or prose between 20 and 700 words. This piece, although finished in time, was not posted in time to participate. I thought it would be fun to share with you anyway. This was my first experience with Flash Fiction. It’s possible I am hooked. Tell me why you think this piece fits Immortal Monday. If this picture inspires you to write, we’d love for you to share. Below is my piece.
Image by the very talented Jeff Clow
River of Remembrance
He had hoped to never return. To never set eyes on its seductive terrain. It is possible others find comfort in the soft, subtle landscape. The long flowing grass, large weeping branches hanging from the trees, and smooth glossy waters. Somehow, the doubt is strong that he ever will. To say goodbye, yet again, is beyond painful.
Carefully, as if the slightest shake may cause it to shatter, he set the rose afloat upon the River of Remembrance. A hundred years had passed since he last stood here. Age had not made it easier. Soft, like her skin had been, it slipped from his fingers. The blushing colors of the rose petals reflected on the water’s surface, forever saving her memory in that quiet place.
Forever. That’s what they should have had together – a true forever. Their love was to know no end. Now she was gone and he was…what? A fate far worse than hers. Trapped in forever dying, never able to join her in what lies beyond. He watched as the rose drifted across the river’s surface, joining with other buds, left for nameless lost souls. There was no room for sorrow, not in what he now was. Sealing it away, he surrendered to his kismet. An eternity without her would be hardly anything more than suffering upon languish.
As the cluster of flowers sailed out of sight he caught a glimpse of her brilliant rose blossom and silently wished for a miracle.
Speaking of immortals… we were speaking of immortals, weren’t we? Alright, maybe I only teased. But how can I let you go without giving you something – a nibble at least.
We talked about one type of fae last week and I’ve made mention of one of my favorite elves in past posts. In actuality, these terms are originally found in German and Scandinavian folklore, where elves were considered a very mysterious race from the beginning of time. Today they’re viewed more as supernatural beings, that mainly look human.
They were worshipped in nature – in trees, waterfalls and mountains. It might surprise you to know that the term elf is often used as a general term for faerie. Want to know more? If this is a topic of interest, elves can easily invade a future Immortal Monday.