Friday Flash Fiction


Picture courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields    

The Ionic columns speak to me this week. You never know when something you learned in fifth grade decides to come back to you and shape your work. I had to check to be sure I was right, and Mrs. Westling would be proud. I was.

Word count: 100

The Natural Order

Daphne thought they were a bit much. What good were classical columns in a place like Shadylane? Pretentious, that’s what.

She’d unearthed the real deal on that dig in Turkey; columns that predated Christ. Feeling the sun’s heat on her freckled shoulders, she breathed in the earth as she brushed the ancient stone, calling for him with mounting excitement.

Joint passions collided, archeology and Jason, leaving her breathless. Her world had a natural order where all needs were met, all hunger fulfilled, and anything was possible.

Today, she’d make do with these imposters, while daydreaming of time gone by.

© Erin Leary

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9 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Dear Erin,
    I’m glad someone did something with those columns. I couldn’t figure anything out along those lines, but your story works them in beautifully.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

  2. It’s amazing that one thing that sticks with me from school (that had no relevance for my future at all) was the difference between ionic, doric and corinthian. I’m glad someone wove the columns into the story – nice one.

  3. Dear Erin,

    Some teachers leave impressions, don’t they? Every so often things a teacher said will come to mind. You used Mrs. Westling most definitely would be proud. Well done.



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