Lilimor slipped out the back gate, trotting to the meadow as fast as her little legs could carry her. She’d wanted to arrive at sunrise, before anyone noticed she was gone.
Rounding the hill, she crowed in delight at the sparkling field of dewy wild strawberries. She plucked one and tasted the sweetness of afternoon sun and magical, cool nights.
Squatting, she strung berries, tiny as her pinky nail, onto a thread-thin stem of meadow grass. Her mother would be so pleased to have these with her morning smørbrød.
‘Twas then she heard the fiddle, beckoning from the waterfall.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/10/2017): In 99 words (no more, no less) include music and berries. It can be fantastical, such as the music of berries or a story that unfolds about a concert in a berry patch. Go where the prompt leads.
When 99 words aren’t enough. I think this is a chip off another, lost tale…and it could go either way at this point.
Valley of the Trolls 
This is good, Liz! Makes me want to know what happens next…especially with the hint in the title!
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What a thoughtful young girl. But oh, a grim harvest? What’s the lure of the waterfall?
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Fossegrimen (sometimes called grim) are faeries that live in waterfalls and play the fiddle–in Norse mythology.
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Thank you. Now I’m even more concerned.
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Stay tuned? It’s all just fiction, so no worries… 😉
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Such great details and yet the haunting premonition that her mother doesn’t get the sweetly strung necklace of strawberries.
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Only the shadow knows for sure, at this point… 😉
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I wasn’t done reading!! The colors are so vivid, the title too scary. What happens next?
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I’m looking forward to the rest of the tale! Very well-written.
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Me too. Thanks! 😉
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