FFftPP: Bewitched

Natasha’s parents had shifted from this enchanting little village when she was only three. She was captivated by their magical tales of a place surrounded by warmth and tranquility. She managed to get as close as she could online, but promised herself that one day she’d save up to go experience it for herself.

Now here she was,Β walking in the footsteps of her ancestors. The green fields, the peaceful silence; home.

Natasha followed the directions given by her father and reached the spot where rugged rocks formed an enveloping landscape.

She reached the tallest block of rocks and peered carefully at the jutting out edges. She smiled and placed her fingers on the initials etched in stone. This was where herΒ paternal grandfather had proposed to her grandmother and where her father had done the same with her mother.

Natasha turned the corner colliding with another figure and both ended up sprawled on the soft tuft of grass.

Woefully rubbing her head, she saw the man in front dash up and bend down beside her. Apologizing profusely he helped her up, and as his startlingly blue eyes met her gentle grey ones, both smiled shyly.

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

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Author: Ugly Aphrodite (Available on Amazon Kindle) Ah, the need to get your thoughts out there! Happy reading folks!
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15 Responses to FFftPP: Bewitched

  1. Huh…. How very adorable and romantic. THOROUGHLY enjoyed it πŸ™‚ I write some fiction for my blog, but it is always fairly lengthy. I’d like to try some flash fiction. Thanks for the motivation πŸ™‚

    • swritings says:

      Thank you so much! Glad you liked it! πŸ™‚ Yes! Do give it a shot! The word count can be a bit frustrating at times, but it’s fun once you get the hang of it! πŸ™‚ Thanks for stopping by!

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Nice one. Another relationship starting in those rocks like her Mother and Father, and Grandparents before her. Well written.

  3. The Voice says:

    I’m always fascinated by the differences in vernacular between cultures. In America, would would use the term “move” or “relocate” to describe the change of address, but in India I’ve noticed that it’s common to use the word “shift”. To me, that conjures a much smaller movement, as in, “He shifted nervously in his chair”. I love how fluid language can be.

    And of course, I enjoyed your story. πŸ™‚

    • swritings says:

      Great observation! Here too we use the word ‘shift’ and it comes so naturally (‘move’ is also used)…These differences are noticed by us when we read books by American authors or watch movies etc …another example being the terms ‘flat’ and ‘apartment’ both of which are used here, but I think the latter is mostly/only used in the US. You’re right, these differences are interesting to observe! πŸ™‚ Thank you for your comment! Glad you liked the story! πŸ™‚

  4. Some people are on the verge of falling in love just like her parents. Lovely story πŸ™‚

  5. maria says:

    Aww.. lovely story, S!

  6. Lynn Love says:

    How lovely. Love that this pic has inspired so many to touch base with the past, with ,ystery and history. Really love your ending too – a hint at new beginnings and a nice way to round off the tale – with the past and the future.
    I had a romantic edge to my take too – must be something about those stones πŸ™‚

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