The Warmth of Summer

It seems that I once again have a slight obsession about doors, and stepping through them, which is why I couldn’t resist The Writer’s Mess weekly picture prompt below.  Follow a little girl who has to make a decision, does she stay, or does she go…


She could smell the sweet scent of summer flowers blowing in from the garden, and walked towards it.  The smell was intoxicating, with it’s promise of a rich summer day, so tempting when she got the smallest glimpse of green around the edge of the blue door before her.

She looked back towards the nursery where she had children to care for, even though it should have been her mother’s job, and then back towards the door.

It called for her, come, stay, be free, it said, and she wanted nothing more than to go to it, but she couldn’t…or could she.

The wind blew the door a little further open, and the bright blue skey beckoned to her.

Before she knew it, she was at the threshold, and the wail of her little brother, which should have held her pack, pushed her through, and even at ten she knew that she wanted more than she would get in this place.

The warmth of sun-kissed grass melted her toes, frozen from walking on stone in winter, and all at once she realized that this could not be happening, but when she turned to go back, there was no door, only a field that stretched as far as the eye could see.

She had made her choice, and it seemed, that she would have to live with it, here, in this land of eternal sunshine.

A Dream Realized

This is a response to The Writer’s Mess’s weekly Friday Picture prompt which I was going to post Monday, when I realized something was already scheduled for Monday… Read along about the story of a young Mermaid finding her way to the forbidden surface, and not quite finding what she expected…


She closed her eyes against the intensity of the light, the pain of not water flowing into them only registering seconds later.

She opened them again slower, blinking away the stinging this not water gave. She couldn’t look directly at the sun, it burned her eyes, even as it dimmed late in the day.

Now that she could focus she looked around, quickly, eyes darting.  She knew she couldn’t stay long, not without risking being caught in the above.

The law was swift, the penalty would be harsh, but she had risked it, her need to know greater than her fear of punishment.

She circled again, and then again, and with a growing sense of disappointment she realized that this was it.

The sun was not the shape she had known, but other than that there was nothing.  The colors of the not water were muted, the most vibrant as dull as dead reef.

The surface of the water was flatter than expected, and everywhere else there was nothing, not a plant or animal in sight…

She looked around for a few more minutes, desperate, and then she allowed herself to sink back into the water, slowly heading for home.

When she returned to her school on Monday, her friends were dismayed to hear of the vast nothingness that was above, and she wished more than anything that she hadn’t looked.  That she hadn’t destroyed the dream of above with reality, and now she had to live with it.