Clinging to the Shallows, Yearning for the Deep

If finally wrote another flash fiction piece! It's been a while. I've been working on the edits of my third draft of my first novel and writing my second novel and reading a bunch...not to mention being a wife and mother. One thing I've learned: Editing all the time is hard, stifling. I needed a break. SO...I'm back writing creative stuff for the moment! :)

I jumped back in to Flash! Friday (I'm currently a judge for this rotation, so I can't win) over at Rebekah Postupak's blog. The prompt word: Freedom. The picture prompt:


Earth goddess. Imaginary Worlds exhibit, Atlanta Botanical Garden. Photo by C. Joey Ivansco.

How could I pass this up??? What intrigued me most about the picture was that it looked like she was looking into her hand. What was in there? That's where my mind started....I hope you like where it ended up!

Clinging to the Shallows, Yearning for the Deep

The large hand dipped into the pool. I darted away. That was close!

I huddled by the waterfall; maybe she wouldn’t see me among the bubbles.

Her hand dipped in again, dangerously close, the tip of her grass-covered finger brushed over my scales like algae.

I swam to the bottom of the pool, staying as still as possible. That was my big mistake; I couldn’t see her surrounding me.

She lifted me out of my pool; precious water fell over the edge. No! I’ll suffocate! I tried to jump over with it, but she had me trapped.

“Let me go! I’ll die!”

“Death brings forth new life. Trust me.”

I flopped on her now damp hand, gasping for breath. “Please! I want to be free!” I begged, yearning for the safety and comfort of my pool.

“And so you shall be.” Her breath blew over me like hot coals. I hopped once, opened my wings, and soared on her wind.