Where Did He Go?

Posted: March 26, 2014 in Friday Fictioneers
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Copyright-John Nixon

Yesterday I encountered a funny little man in these twisted woods. Dressed in bark, vines in his hair. Two feet high, one foot wide, three eyes and a nose like a solid brass trumpet. “Come back on the morrow and I will grant you one wish,” said he.

One wish, one wish, one wish. Gold? Silk? Baskets of fruit?  A barrel of meat? My husband? The child?

Reenter the woods. My mind in a whirl. Nothing moves. No birds. No wind. No little man.

I remain lost. Hallucinating again.

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Comments
  1. lewiscave says:

    This hallucination is so much better than mine. My hallucinations always try to kill me. Great story!

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  2. Nice twist to a fairy tale ending expectation (although not nice for the narrator.)

    janet

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  3. Nan Falkner says:

    Too bad the guy didn’t show up with the one wish. Good story. Nan

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  4. Dear Alicia,

    Poignant ending that had me wondering and rereading on her wish list. There’s more story between the lines. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Sad that nothing was there. Some backstory there which we need to know. And what would her wish have been?
    Lovely.

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  6. camgal says:

    Wow, that’s some serious hallucination haha good job 🙂

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