Indiana Summer, in cheap housing with no a.c., a mixed neighborhood of blue collar, elderly, and our houseful of assorted grad students, temporary sublets like me.
We students don’t know each other yet. We will by summer’s end. They’ll return to their dorms and I’ll peel off North, searching for something more real than school. But at present, we have a family of sorts, and music.
The neighbors strike up their guitars, fiddle and banjo, singing sweet country tunes. I’m drawn outside, to the back steps, to the night, barelegged and barefooted.
Grateful for the insect-eating bats, dancing overhead.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (04/12/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.
In so many situations over the centuries, people have found themselves in such lodging. It makes me wonder if watching the dance of bats is an old pastime. Loved your use of nostalgia!
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This was very sweet, simple, and nostalgic. I loved the feeling from reading it.
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Thanks Chelsea!
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Oh I love your flash Liz, I was right there with you on those steps, bare legged and bare footed, listening to the banjo, watching the bats overhead. Beautiful… 🙂
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Thanks! (slides over further to make more room on the back porch stairs)
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Got my glass and everything 🙂
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Skola! (Clinks jelly jars full of your favorite)
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Cheers Liz!
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Brings back memories.
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The sweeter ones!
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You put me there. ‘We have a family of sorts, and music,’ brings back my youth too. Loved your last line. Great BOTS
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Thanks Irene!
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You took me there, Liz. To the heat, and odd assortment of people, the sounds of the music, and the solitude of the night with the bats. Well done!
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Thanks! (Slides over on the back step to make room)
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Every little creature has a purpose to exist! Great flash fiction, Liz!
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Thanks Miriam!
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You’re welcome, Liz!
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