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This image was provided by Madison Woods as inspiration for the Friday Fictioneers

Two land in fingers of light. Consider the inhabitants. This new place is brighter, though maybe for worse, they think.

What instinct guides a being to move on? What catches in the spirit and signals where to stop, where to begin again?

These two peered in a window, not seeing glass but a barrier. These two were only scouts, the harbingers of change for a whole – what? colony? tribe? civilization? Harbingers.

Somehow we are never paying attention. The beginnings of change, the largest of threats – these begin as quietly as a moth lands. In the still sleeping morning.

For more flashes prompted by this image, and to learn more about flash fiction, visit Madison Woods and explore the Friday Fictioneers.


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    • Thank you, Madame Laura. It’s a pleasure to return — I’ve missed or congenial little group (although wow have we ever grown). Yours was fantastic this week.

    • Aw! Thank you, Elmo 🙂

      I loved yours and I’ve missed the Friday Fictioneers, too! Life just became exceptionally busy and for some reason Fridays kept getting clogged up. (You can sort of see the pattern of my work level through decreased blog posts — haha). But I’m so glad to be back. And see you next week 🙂

  1. “Somehow we are never paying attention. The beginnings of change, the largest of threats – these begin as quietly as a moth lands. In the still sleeping morning.” is my favorite line. A subtle threat of something more serious to come. I like the hint of a deeper intelligence at work. Very nice. I think I joined the group while you were gone. I’m following you now though. Glad you returned.

    • Thank you, Melody! I’m glad to connect and happy that Fictioneers has become so popular — it’s fantastic!

      And thank you for enjoying this piece. I’m going to try to be back this week or next (lots of traveling, though, so we’ll just have to see).

  2. Hi Lime: Welcome back ! Very thought provoking….especially your last two lines, beginning with…..”Somehow we are never paying attention…” Close to Memorial Day…this passage reminded me of Sept. 1, 1939’s surprise attack on Poland and Pearl Harbor. Now we have other reasons to stay alert. To think this was inspired by two moths. Well done. Here’s mine:

    • Thanks, Lora — I’m glad it evoked some realistic parallels for you. It was definitely supposed to have a sense of connection to our political climate. I’ll jump over to you asap!

  3. Loved the portentous mood of this, Lime. Loved the imagery and truth you’ve managed to squeeze into those few words.

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