chasing fireflies

Congratulations to Ann, the other winner in the custom story drawing! Here’s her chosen words and the story that was inspired by them!

Ann’s 15 chosen words:

nightcap, fireflies, lemon, coaster, coffee, dog, dogwood, quiet time, fig, neighbors, cursive, pelican, muffin, shower, love

Here’s the story I wrote, using Ann’s chosen words:

“chasing fireflies”

she came up with the idea over her early morning breakfast
of a blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee
during her quiet time before the hustle & bustle of the day began
as she lifted her cup to take another sip
she noticed the picture on the coaster
of a small southern coastal town
it was an old coaster very faded and worn
but she could not bear to throw it away
since it reminded her of the seaside town of her childhood

she missed the languid unhurried rhythms of that place
she missed the simplicity and innocence of her childhood years
she remembered the orchard of fig and lemon trees
on a half acre behind their home
she would walk among the trees in the late summer nights
as the steamy heat hung heavy within the air
and the full moon began is silent rise
and the neighbor’s dog would bark at the cat which taunted him upon the wall

she would follow the flitting fairy lights of the fireflies
as they hovered and drifted this way and that
she pretended she was a fairy princess
and the fireflies would lead her to her shining knight

she remembered the boy that she played with on the beach
as the waves washed in and out upon the sandy shores
he brought her each pelican feather that he could find
for he knew it was her favorite bird
she would watch them dive for hours
breathtaking in their simple elegance
and economy of movement

his family moved up north
when she turned seven
he carved their initials in cursive
in the trunk of an old tree
before they left

she was feeling very nostalgic
so she booked a summer rental
it was the Johnson’s house way back then
she remembered walking past it everyday on her way to school
she had always admired their homespun hospitality
and the whitewashed expanse of their welcoming front porch

she sipped on a nightcap on the porch swing
as the heat hung heavy in the air
and as a cluster of fireflies formed and hovered
and drifted down the front path
on a whim she hopped up and chased them
through the gate
and down the familiar earthen path
which headed toward the sea
she took cover under a dogwood
as a sudden summer shower pounded and drenched

in the downpour she noticed the trunk
her initials were carved upon the tree
a testament to a childhood love so long ago
a childhood love so wild and free

she heard a man running up the path
through the torrent from the beach and toward the tree
and as he reached her
their gaze met
and they both knew
they had been here before
in his hand was a pelican feather
he still held her so deeply within his heart
from way back when
to forever more

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
The Weaver Of Words….weaving fibers & fables

pelicans

where the words are LOCATED within the story:

“chasing fireflies”

she came up with the idea over her early morning breakfast
of a blueberry MUFFIN and a cup of COFFEE
during her QUIETTIME before the hustle & bustle of the day began
as she lifted her cup to take another sip
she noticed the picture on the COASTER
of a small southern coastal town
it was an old coaster very faded and worn
but she could not bear to throw it away
since it reminded her of seaside town of her childhood

she missed the languid unhurried rhythms of that place
she missed the simplicity and innocence of her childhood years
she remembered the orchard of FIG and LEMON trees
on a half acre behind their home

she would walk among trees in the late summer nights
as the steamy heat hung heavy within the air
and the full moon began is silent rise
and the NEIGHBOR’S DOG would bark at the cat which taunted him upon the wall

she would follow the flitting fairy lights of the FIREFLIES
as they hovered and drifted this way and that
she pretended she was a fairy princess
and the fireflies would lead her to her shining knight

she remembered the boy that she played with on the beach
as the waves washed in and out upon the sandy shores
he brought her each PELICAN feather that he could find
for he knew it was her favorite bird
she would watch them dive for hours
breathtaking in their simple elegance
and economy of movement

his family moved up north
when she turned seven
he carved their initials in CURSIVE
in the trunk of an old tree
before they left

she was feeling very nostalgic
so she booked a summer rental
it was the Johnson’s house way back then
she remembered walking past it everyday on her way to school
she had always admired their homespun hospitality
and the whitewashed expanse of their welcoming front porch

she sipped on a NIGHTCAP on the porch swing
as the heat hung heavy in the air
and as a cluster of fireflies formed and hovered
and drifted down the front path
on a whim she hopped up and chased them
through the gate
and down the familiar earthen path
which headed toward the sea

she took cover under a DOGWOOD
as a sudden summer SHOWER pounded and drenched
in the downpour she noticed the tree
her initials were carved upon the trunk
a testament to a childhood LOVE so long ago
a childhood love so wild and free

she heard a man running up the path
through the torrent from the beach and toward the tree
and as he reached her their gaze met
and they both knew they had been here before
in his hand was a pelican feather
he still held her so deeply within his heart
from way back then
to forever more

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith, The Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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