The Bald Eagle

The Bald Eagle

Monday, April 6, 2015

Eeeek, Eeek, Eagle

“Eeeek, eeek,” mumbled The Child as she tossed and turned in her sleep, and she awoke.

“I’m okay,” she said loudly to herself. “It’s okay to be different. Everyone is unique.” And she turned over to see the sunrise.

It was then that she became aware of the stillness. The ocean wasn’t roaring; the lily pad was drifting; Mr. Whale wasn't flipping his fluke in the water, and The Prophet wasn't preparing the seaweed.

“Prophet, Mr. Whale, where are you?”

She looked down into the water but saw only her reflection.

 "Mr. Whale," she shouted,  "Are you down there?"

No answer, and as she looked out across the ocean, she observed something coming toward her.

The Child got up, prepared her seaweed and hoped that The Prophet and Mr. Whale would show up soon. She took The Prophet’s knotted rope and his half-minute sand glass and, let it down into the ocean to measure the distance and the speed.

“I’m floating at one and half knots,” she said, “Whatever it is I will meet in the afternoon.”

Suddenly, the wind blew, and a forceful blast lifted her up from the lily pad.

“Eeeek, eeek,” The Child screamed. “Prophet, help me!”

Caught in the wind blast, it spun her up out onto the ocean, and then, dropped her.

“Eeeek, eeek,” The Child cried, falling, and something bit onto the collar of her blouse, holding her high.  Afraid to look, she closed her eyes as it transported her. It sat her down gently on the lily pad.

She opened her eyes and stared at it, and it stared back at her.

The Child reached out and touched its beak.

“Hello, Mr. Eagle.” The Child said. “Thank you.”














Shalom,

Pat Garcia

14 comments:

  1. Quite the interesting A-Z subject, writing a story.
    Looks good so far, keep up the good work.

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    1. Thank you so much and thank you for dropping by.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  2. I enjoyed reading this excerpt from your story. I think you have interesting characters and, as well, I like the types of words you are using; they give a sense of innocence to your story. Well done, Pat.

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    1. Thank you so much. Your evaluation encourages me greatly because it lets me know my descriptions are building pictures that people can relate to.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  3. Wow, powerful, Patricia. Deeply and wisely thought. The Winds of Change. It is when we reach that place where we suddenly find ourselves on our own that we have completed our learning on the one level and have emerged to prepare for the next, where once again the Prophet will meet us halfway and guide us. The Eagle -- wow. Excellent. And, congratulations to the Child.

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    1. My dear friend, you have said it so beautifully. it is when we have completed our learning on the one level and have emerged to prepare for the next. Nicely said and very true.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  4. Nice little piece of flash fiction. And thanks for continuing in the A to Z Challenge!

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    1. Thank you for dropping by and I enjoy the Challenge tremendously.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  5. There is a certain poetry and lyricism here that pulled me in right away. The wind blast, the sand glass, as well as the story itself -- all very well written.
    Silvia @
    Silvia Writes

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    1. Thank you. I really appreciate your thoughts. They are very encouraging.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  6. A fanciful story for children. Good try, keep it up :) Thanks for dropping by.

    Do visit again www.malavikka.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you for visiting and sharing your thoughts. I will definitely visit you again.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  7. We never do know where help will come from.

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    1. That is one of the mysteries of life. Help always come from where you least expect it.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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