Hello there shakers and groovers! It should probably be groovers and shakers, but I thought I'd mix it up a bit. Isn't it great to wake up and realise it's Friday? Until you remember that you're a parent and Fridays mean nothing anymore. NOTHING! No weekends off from this parenting gig. How rude!
Anyway, today is exciting because I've decided to join in with the gang for Friday Reflections.
Just for fun and something different I wrote a short piece of fiction based on the following prompt:
Write a story or poem that begins with a character throwing a coin into a fountain.
Please note: I am not wonderful at writing fiction, but for the sake of pushing myself out of my comfort zone I gave it a go. I haven't written much of it since high school. So I probably write like a pretentious fifteen year old. But it's fun. So why not?
Anyway, here it is:
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
She'd only closed her eyes for a nanosecond. The coin splashed. A wish was made. She immediately felt foolish. Ordinarily she didn't believe in such fanciful things.
They strolled through the park at least twice a week. Every time they passed the fountain Ava would squeak "Mummy! Wish!"
She would shake her head "No." As soon as she agreed, that would be the end of it. It would become a ritual. They might as well save their coinage for something else.
Somehow today had been different. Spring had arrived,in all it's bewitching brilliance. Manda felt relaxed for the first time in ages. She wanted to make an effort to wander and linger. To be present with her daughter, instead of rushing to the next thing on her to-do list. She paused near the fountain in the afternoon sunshine.
"Let's make a wish."
Her daughter's eyes lit up. Maybe she'd been wrong in denying her this moment of joy, of blind faith. It was only a coin. When she opened her eyes, the smile dissolved from her face.
Ava was gone.
She scanned the park, her heart wild.
"Ava!" She tried to stop her voice from shaking. She stepped closer to the fountain. Don't faint! She told herself. The water glimmered and gushed. Coins littered the bottom of the fountain. Nothing else.
"AVA!" Stronger this time. Louder. Shrill. She headed back towards the swings, almost stumbling in her haste. People were staring.
"Did you lose your daughter?" A man asked.
No shit, sherlock! The thought slapped her. She didn't have time for pleasantries.
Racing towards the swings, she was hysterical. She was shouting now, uncaring about the perplexed stares of strangers. Ava was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't on the swings, the slide, or caught inside the complicated jungle gyms.
The wish Manda had whispered to herself just moments earlier lurked in the back of her mind, taunting her.
Selfish bitch, her mocking inner voice told her. See? Be careful what you wish for!
But all I wanted was some quiet time! She wailed back inwardly.
All she wished for right now was to see her daughter safe, unharmed. That was the only thing that was important.
A crowd had gathered now. "What did she look like?"
Shakily she pulled out her phone to display a photo. It was taken last month. What kind of mother was she? She didn't even take photos of her own daughter.
In the minutes that followed, a million thoughts flitted through Manda's mind. Each one more horrifying. More frantic searching and shouting ensued, but still no Ava.
"Maybe we should call the police?" A woman suggested.
"Mummy!" Ava was running toward her. "You left me!"
A sheepish young woman with a dog on a leash gave Manda a nervous smile.
"She came over to pat my dog. Then we couldn't find you," she explained.
Manda was in tears. Relief washed over her. She hugged Ava, but she struggled free. Clearly she thought the whole kerfuffle was Manda's fault.
The crowd dissipated, losing interest now. The sun was starting to disappear behind the clouds. Manda thanked the young woman and began the slow walk home. Her most important wish had been answered.
Linking up with Sanch for Friday Reflections.
Do you believe in wishes?