From a friend’s advice, May and her parents planted milkweed in their yard and there grew a little forest with pink blossoms magical themselves which expanded when Monarch butterflies arrived and flitted off in orange clouds like flying lanterns
April 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that “rethinks the hero.” Define the hero, comparing or contrasting to the classic definition. Break the mold. What happens to the hero in the cave? Is it epic or everyday? Is there resistance or acceptance? Go where the prompt leads!
I found the word-count limitation to be a neat challenge, since I typically don’t write stories with a ceiling of the number of words. It’s a tricky exercise to tell the story that’s in your head to a specific number.
Deadly Garden by Dave Williams
Discovery of treasure! Purples, blues, yellows! Like reaching a monochromatic street’s end to find Times Square.
The backyard garden rewarded Zuberstan’s long flight from the hive. Inebriated with joy, Zuberstan didn’t sense the golden retriever running — until the dog nearly reached the bee.
The beast’s jaws opened. The cave’s drooling maw ended with the darkness of death. Hot breath enveloped Zuberstan. He zipped backward. The jaws shut. Then flight from the dog’s reach.
Zuberstan gasped, headed back toward the hive. A group would return. Some bees would distract the dog, buzz its head, while other bees feasted on nectar.
Their voices are softer in winter: pine, holly, juniper, hellebore. Many gardeners turn indoors during the cold months, but she keeps busy in the garden, as she adores the language of plants year round: the yawns and coos of spring colorful babbles of summer trees’ wisecracks of autumn and murmurs of winter.