Microfiction April 26- May 2
prompts from several places
April 28 Sourdough 50 (borrowed from @jeannine1)
"It's alive!" Bubbling volcanoes of fermentation make the kitchen smell like beer. Either that or brewhouses smell like bread. It's magical. A little flour + a little water + a little time = food. Not just any food, but a substrate for a million other edible joys in all the other food groups.
April 29 Wanderer 100
He moved among the shadows, stopping to guide lost things into places where they might be reunited with their owners. His contentment made him invisible as he wandered from village to village. He heard the cries of the lonely and whispered words of encouragement to them. He prayed over the sick, carried water to the thirsty, and bent the hearts around him to kindness while he himself remained unseen.
For weeks after his visitation, calm persisted. Villagers showed a courtesy often forgotten in the daily doings of life. Inevitably, sharp words broke the spell, but the wanderer had moved on.
April 30 Woods 80
"Look mommy! I can see the fairies in the trees!" Nell may have only been three, but she knew what she saw in the forest. Never scary things, no matter how dark and shadowy. Her little heart was so full of joy that she only saw good things like fairies in the woods through her almond shaped eyes. Down Syndrome sounded so ominous once. But today? She may miss developmental milestones, but how many other children can find the fairies?
May 1 Moonglow 200
Luna hated her name. It didn't help that her fair skin made her look ethereal and glowy like the moon. Kids poked fun at her, calling her "Moonface" and "Moon Pie." To escape the teasing, Luna buried herself in her sketchbook, creating nature images, always including a face. Tree bark smiled. Rock formations held stern countenance. River waters laughed between cranky banks.
Sketchbook in hand, Luna meandered to a small trail that took her to a hidden spot near the river. Settling in to draw, she was surprised by voices--including her mother's. Luna peeked from her hiding place for a glimpse of the other person. He was handsome and he radiated a pearlescent glow. He and her mother whispered. Luna slipped back into her space, endeavoring to capture the essence of the man.
Darkness fell, and Luna walked home. On the front porch sat the man, who reached out a hand to her. "Come, dear one," he murmured. "Come find your home in the stars with me. Your mother has gone on ahead." Luna put her hand in his and together they followed the moonglow path, where the man in the moon took his place, with Luna by his side.
May 2 wrong number (another from S.E. Reid) 80
-How may I direct your call?
-Hold please.
*Sam here.
*Geraldine? No one here by that name.
*No Geraldine has ever had this number, far as I know.
*Yeah yeah. Wrong number. Sorry pal.
~~Marty. Job's a go. Cement behind the dumpster.
~~~Geez Louise, dummy. I told you, never use names on a party line.
~~Sorry. Forgot. Baitman will be in position at 12:55 a.m.
~~~I'll have the rat ready for a swim.
-Your call has been disconnected
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You might want to read "Sourdough," by Robin Sloan... it's about a sentient culture. 🙄
Whoa, your sourdough starter looks like it's ready to jump ship! Party lines. I remember thos! Them were the days! Nice batch, sounds like you were having fun. Thank you for the mention, too. 🤗