Source: Rob Swanson Photography
The woods were deep, the path mostly overgrown since the last time she’d padded, barefoot and shining, to find the well. Lost and despairing, Myrna lifted her eyes to the liquid warble and slash of fiery red high above.
It looked down at her with piercing black eyes, raising its crest impatiently, having crossed several lifetimes to lead her home. They had been close partners, once upon a time. Did she even remember? The cardinal shrilled, dove, and shot ahead.
Myrna hesitated, eyes following the cardinal, and took off in hot pursuit. Perhaps wishes could come true, after all.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (03/11/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, the ground, or outer space? What kind of wishes reside there for whom and why? Go where the prompt leads!
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That’s love and loyalty — to cross six lifetimes to return to the lost. I hope Myrna remembers.
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With a little help from her friend…😉
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Perhaps they do….
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oooooo what kind of well is it? magic? and does the bird have to lead her bc she’s lost?
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You tell me! And have fun with it! 😉
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What a heartwarming story.
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Thank you! ❤
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Cool. Reunited at last and I sense for a good purpose.
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