Berit built a home from thin slivers of glacial ice cut from the exact center of Gígjökull. Two albino Savannah cats kept the inside warm; two thousand fireflies lit the pathway to her door. The pantry was laden with starfish, and eel, skua eggs, and sun-dried kelp. Lavender leaves collected down by the sea scented the bed sheets of five small beds. The echo of children’s laughter filled Berit’s ears, visions of sweet faces formed a ring around her heart. Exile meant nothing if King Jostien kept his promise. Berit waited two hundred years.
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Up From the Ashes 
Oh, my, is this based on a fairy tale, Alicia? It’s beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. All those images of her preparations and then waiting for 200 years? Did she see the children in the end? Magical tale
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Not based on anything but my imagining the colors of the tent looking like thin sheets of ice. To be continued? Thanks for wondering. I truly appreciate your attention to the details. Alicia
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All due to your gorgeous writing , Alicia
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Stupid of me – just noticed the title. What did she do after 200 years then?
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Not stupid!
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Well, maybe just a little dopey 🙂
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Graphic and delightful! And sad.
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Thanks, Sandra. I was trying my best to get scent written into my story. I so often forget. Thanks so much for taking the time to read Broken Promise.
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How beautiful. It is a wonderland that is so magical. Looks like Sorrow lies in magical places too. 😦
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Yeah. Not all princesses win in the end, I guess. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Delicious fun, Alicia
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Thanks very much, Neil. Maybe I never got enough fairy tales read to me as a child. 😉
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The world is in the debt of your parents’ negligence then if this is what it led to
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Still trying to wrap my brain around “fireflies” and “glacial ice” working together. Then again, I can be terribly literal.
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Ha! Then you’re lucky I took the scent of lemons out! Thanks for taking the time to try. That’s part of what make-believe is made from, things that really don’t work together.
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Beautiful details. I love lavender, so you had me there 🙂
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I have a little patch of lavender in my yard. The smell is wonderful and the bees love it! Thanks for reading.
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This was a wonderfully told fairy tale…
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Thanks, Dale. I had fun writing it.
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That is one long wait. Loved the images in your description
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Goodness! Isn’t it? Thank you.
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Dear Lish,
Magical and poetic fairy tale. I could see it, smell it and hear it. Lovely.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks! Bring on the lavender.
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When you get to my second book you’ll meet Ulrich’s bride who uses lavender 😉
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Hats off to her for patience! 😊 Good tale so far. Did he?
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Magical people can get by like that, waiting two hundred years. Shoulder shrug. Who knows? Thanks for reading and wondering.
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Sounds like a nice place to wait out her exile, anyway 🙂
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I think so. Thanks, Ali
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Enjoyed that little tale. Sounds like she made a “paradise of hell”. 🙂 If you have to be exiled, might as well make the most of it.
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Yes! Luckily she knows the lay of the land. Glad you stopped by.
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“visions of sweet faces formed a ring around her heart” Gosh, what a gorgeous fairy tale. You really make ‘every word counts’ come true. I’d like to read more.
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Thanks so very much. I wish I knew more. 🙂
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Well done. I really liked it. :o)
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I’m glad. Thank you very much.
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What a wonderfully descriptive story. King Jostien sounds like the kind of guy who would keep you waiting for two hundred years.
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Descriptive prose worthy of being regarded for two centuries.
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Thanks! I hadn’t thought of it that way. Although I don’t have children, I imagine a mother’s love would certainly last that long.
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If not longer. 🙂
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I sure hooe we get to read more of this. This is fascinating. Sounds like her exile will not break her. I hope she sees the children again.
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Thanks, Laurie. I wish I had more…. Sometimes 100-word stories are just that. So glad you stopped by.
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Magical and mystical, Alicia. A very entertaining read and I would love to hear more.
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Thanks! Maybe next week’s prompt will help continue the story.
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This is beautiful. It sounds like the beginning of a fantasy story.
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Thank you. I wish I wrote fantasy beyond 100-words.
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Heh…I think that a lot when I’ve written short pieces, if only . . .
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Loved the word pictures. And the story is beautiful!
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Thank you. I’m glad you could see Berit’s world.
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Oh this has the taste of the great Snorri himself. Love the saga approach
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Thanks, Bjorn! I’ve read a bit of Snorri.
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You make living long seem unappealing.
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Even with Savannah cats? Thanks for reading.
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This isn’t a genre I normally read but I’m aching to know more, if a little ashamed to admit that I’d love to have a pad like this as a weekend bolthole.
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Thanks very much for reading the story although this genre isn’t your cup of tea. I sure wouldn’t mind having a couple of Savannah cats to keep me warm.
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Your words are a magic wand. Only one hundred, and you made a whole world!
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Gosh! Thanks.
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