Not Today
I watched as the bald headed eagle conducted a choir of bears. My nemesis had ordered it to be so: for he was courting a raven haired beauty. He was working hard to have her. His bride had once been thoughtful. This just fired up his evil passion more. He even put his plan to dominate the world on hold. He was in love and had forgotten that he was supposed to be purchasing a man to operate the furnace.
Sadly there was plenty of candidates for that too, so many were taking the wrong path. I called to them and I cried for them. Sometimes my tears would create a river and redeem them. Today I had shed enough tears to flood the world, but the girl from space was not touched by them. For she now wore a suit of pure evil which had created a barrier to them. She would become another bride for the devil.
Loved this story, Michael.
That pleases me, thank you Neel
Oh dear! The woman he loved became a bride for the devil! No wonder there were so many tears. Great story Mike!
Thank you PJ, in this story I saw a battle for the space girls soul.
Oh dear! So sad.
Nice interpretation of the prompt.
Thank you Iain, for myself the narrator was the stag, and the story was a battle for the space girls soul.
i love how creative you got with this prompt, Michael — so magical and mystical and mythological!
Thank you Joy. For myself I wrote this as a battle between good and bad, with the stag! as the narrator. I was so pleased by your comments.
Ah, that makes sense (the stag).
The prompt sent your imagination soaring this time Michael. Good story.
It certainly did, for me it was the only way that I could deal with the prompt picture. Ps I used the stag as my narrator.
Some deep meaning in this one Michael…well done.
I am glad that came over. It was for me, the only way that I was able to handle the prompt. It always fascinates me the differing responses/results that come out of each prompt from those who write.
It’s a magical mystery tour isn’t it.
That a good way of putting it.
Well that’s rather grim. On the other hand, it could be the theme of an old “B” science fiction movie: “The Alien Who Married the Devil”.
I do agree there is a air of grimness about it. I did start of in a cheerful way with a choir of bears, then my muse took over.
Wow. I had to read this twice but it clicked the second time.
Thank you, I started writing with another story in mind, as often happens my muse took over. The river was about Baptism.
Michael, this is intense. Well-wriiten, it captured and held my interest.
Vacation
Annie at ~McGuffy’s Reader~
Thank you McGuffy’s for these comments. If only in the late 1950s my teachers had said that.
An interesting and thoughtful response to the prompt, Michael. Nicely done. 🙂
Thank you so much for your kind comment. I do enjoy the challenges that prompt pictures offer.
Me too! Weeks when I don’t participate in a flash fiction challenge always seem somewhat empty!
Very poetic, Michael. A clever take on the prompt. Cheers, Varad
I am rarely called poetic kind sir. Thank you Varad