Doorways and Stardust – A Flash Fiction Story

images.jpgHere’s my entry to round one of the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge. I had so much fun writing this! It features Susan Flynn.

Enjoy!

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Susan had never seen the store before. She was positive it hadn’t been there yesterday. It had a winding banner done in purple with bright gold lettering that said: Oddities and Conundrums. She watched other people walking along and they didn’t give the store a second glance.

She was compelled to go inside, as if some subtle force wanted to pull her through its doors. Susan reached out for the door handle and was surprised to find it warm underneath her touch, pulsing as if the door were alive. Pulling it open, she stepped over the threshold. When she did, she was momentarily blinded by a bright golden light.

“You’re here! Excellent! And you’re on time. I do so hate tardiness.”

When her eyes cleared, Susan saw a small man making his way towards her carefully walking through a maze of furniture. He was just over four feet tall with a bald head that shone and a very handsome goatee.

“You were expecting me?” Susan asked. “But you couldn’t have possibly known I’d come.”

“Oh, I knew. The heart always knows and the soul confirms it. Come, come, Susan, I have just the piece for you! I just got it in. I’ve been saving it for you especially.”

Looking down at him, Susan felt only warmth and kindness from him. He gave another chuckle and smiled at her. “I have neglected to introduce myself. I am Orion. Come, Susan! Oh, wait till you see it. It’s just gorgeous!”

As Susan followed him into the maze, she said “How do you know my name? We’ve never met before.”

“Oh, we have. Many times now, the first time in Ireland in the year 1206. Then there was that unfortunate time in 1693 in Salem. You were just a girl and wise beyond your years. That ended badly, I’m afraid. They’re always afraid of the ones that have real magic inside them.”

He stopped in front of a wardrobe. It was large, over seven feet tall and five feet wide. There was a tree carved into the front of the wardrobe, its branches stretching to cover the entire front. Susan approached it and ran her fingers along the branches. Wherever her fingers touched, leaves sprouted to life within the wood.

The only odd thing about it was that there was a dog leash wrapped around one of the handles. The leash was thick and so long it could be wrapped around her waist, not just her hand. The handles themselves were more suited to a heavy metal cabinet, not just a wooden wardrobe.

“Why does it have a dog leash on the handle?”

Orion smiled and said: “Because sometimes, we find a place that, while lovely and wonderful, it is difficult to find our way home.”

“What’s inside?”

It was a moment before Orion answered. “Susan, do you often feel that there is more to the world that we can’t see? Another layer underneath everything that you find yourself questing for, trying to grasp at to see through the veil?”

“Yes.” Susan didn’t have to think before she responded. She spent her life trying to see into the mysteries of it.

“This wardrobe is an entrance beyond that thin veil. Tie the dog leash around your waist, like a belt. You can use it to pull yourself back when you want to return.”

Nodding and feeling like she was more inside a dream, Susan tied the dog leash around her waist, making sure it was tightly secured. When it was, Susan went to pull the doors open, but Orion stopped her. “These doors open by pushing them inwards. The door to the soul does not open outwards, does it?”

Taking a deep breath, Susan pushed the doors inward. What she saw took her breath away.

At first, it was but a smattering of stars in the darkness, each star blinking like a light. The stars grew brighter, until she could see planets too, each of them glowing like bright jewels on velvet.

She felt a pull at her navel and in one moment, she was outside the wardrobe looking in and then she was swimming amongst the stars. Susan could see deep into the sea of stars, the galaxy of dreams made reality. There were more planets than she could count, each pulsing as if alive. It was a moment before Susan realized the planets were pulsing in tune to her own heartbeat.

Susan could see shooting stars, comets and other galaxies beyond the one in front of her. There was a calm serenity to the place that soothed her and the majesty of what she was looking at moved her as nothing else had before.

Feeling a gentle tug on the dog leash around her waist, Susan turned to look behind her and was actually shocked to see Orion standing in the doorway to the wardrobe; she had forgotten that he was there. Taking hold of the leash, she pulled herself back to the doorway. Orion held out a hand when she got to the doorway and he helped her step through back into the store.

Once her feet were back on the ground, the doors closed softly behind her. She stood there for a moment, breathing in the memory of what was inside the wardrobe. Susan looked at Orion and tried to find her voice. “What was that? Why was there a galaxy inside the wardrobe?”

“That is a reflection of what is inside of you, the living embodiment of what your soul contains.”

She stroked the doors softly, running her fingers along the branches again. “How much is it? Is it for sale?”

“It’s already yours, my dear. It’s always been yours.”

“Thank you. What will I do with it?”

“I should have thought that would be obvious. Every time you feel lost, the wardrobe will remind you that we’re all just made of stardust.”

Orion took her hand. “You carry magic inside you, Susan. Remember, life is magic.”

Shine Your Light – A Poem

 

The first time I met you,

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I was nervous. I had never

had a mother in law.

However, I needn’t have worried.

You were as kind and selfless

as your son. As I got to know

you better, I felt the warmth

that emanated from you,

saw the light within your eyes.

At one point, you said to me:

“I don’t like the way I look.”

When I look at you,

all I see is beauty.

Your kindness comes through

in every touch, every hug.

Your generosity of spirit

shines out from you

in every note of concern,

every gesture that you make.

Your beauty shines forth

like a light that can

be seen by all around you.

When I look at you,

all I see is beauty personified,

as if your body and soul

are alight with flame.

I have known few people

as beautiful as you are.

So to you, I say

let your light shine brightly,

shine your light for all to see.

Beauty comes from within

and you are beautiful.

Re-Building Home – A Poem

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what home was until

I met you.

Growing up, there were

temporary shelters from the shadows,

places to lay my head down,

rooms to sleep in,

but even they had ghosts

from my past that

I carried with me.

Now, with you, I have

left behind the shadows

and the dark, and we

have built a home together.

More than that,

with every piece of furniture

that we placed,

I was putting a piece

of my heart back

where it belonged.

With every piece of art

that was hung,

I was putting a window

into my soul so that

you could see into me.

With every lamp

that was lit, it only served

to make my own light grow

bright enough so that

it shone like the sun or

wishes fulfilled.

You have shown me

that home is indeed

where the heart is

and my home is

wherever you are

because you hold my heart

so completely.

A Strong Reminder – A Poem

She looks atTattoo

the mark upon

my left wrist.

“What’s that supposed to be?”

She almost reaches

out to touch

it. I reach

out and rub

it with my

the thumb of

my right hand.

“It’s the symbol for the Deathly Hallows.”

She give me

a look, wrinkling

her face at

me and looks

back down at

the tattoo. A

thought goes off

inside her head,

as if she

a light bulb

inside there and

smiles at me.

“Oh! It’s from Harry Potter! You must be quite the fan then!”

I nod and

say to her

“Yes, I’m quite the fanboy.”

I leave it

at that. She

doesn’t need to

know the real

symbolism behind the

tattoo. The symbol

refers to The

Master of Death.

That one who

has the cloak,

the wand and

the resurrection stone

will be the

Master of Death.

In a way,

I conquered my

own death. I

carry those thoughts

with me, of

how when I

first got sick,

I was lost

and had no

idea what was

going to happen

to me. I was

lost within myself,

afraid of every

sound, every movement.

If I looked

around me, I

could see the

trees of the

Forbidden Forest. I

wondered what nightmares

waited within it?

It felt as

if I had

already died, already

went beyond the Veil.

As I lost

myself in the

forest, there came

a time when

I almost let

the Dementors win,

almost let them

perform their Kiss.

However, the light

within me was

stronger and despite

my fear, my

Patronus came to

life, shining out

of me in

the form of

a wolf. I

crawled back from

death, mastering the

temptations of darkness

that wanted to

hold onto me

and went towards

the light instead,

embracing the light

within. So it’s

not just a

fanboy tattoo. It’s

a reminder of

how strong I

am.

Sorrow and Joy – A Poem

I knew itimages (2)

would be a

day of opposites.

In the morning,

saying farewell to

one life and

in the evening,

celebrating another. In

the end, however,

there was joy

and sadness at

both. The funeral

celebrated a life

long lived of

a much loved

man, one who

gave his children

love and a

life filled with

happiness. As I

stood there with

the mourners, I

noticed people reminiscing

the life of

this man and

how the people

in this room

had loved him

and had been

loved by him.

There were smiles

as people greeted

others they hadn’t

seen for a

while, laughter as

they shared stories

from the past

and tears as they

finally said goodbye.

With voices raised

in song, I

could feel him

there and knew

that he was

with us all.

Later, we drove

to the birthday

party, celebrating a

life lived for

seventy years. The

family were gathered

to cherish her

life, to share

in her joy, but

also her sorrow.

There were too

many people that

weren’t there with

all of us,

too many whose

lives were taken

too soon. So

while it was

a celebration, it

was also a

remembrance for those

who were not

there in the

physical sense. However,

looking around at

all the people

in the room,

I knew that

those lost to

us were there

anyway, filling the

empty chairs amongst

us. We raised

a glass to

them and as

we all clinked

glasses, the room

was filled with

light. That light

was filled with

joy and sorrow,

pain and forgiveness.

As we drank

to them, we

remembered them. In

the end, neither

event was full

of just sorrow

or just joy.

It was all

about balance. I

knew that the

day left me

changed and even

more grateful for

the life that

I have.