Fairy Lights – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


Image ©  Carla Bicomong. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Carla Bicomong’s permission.


Fairy Lights

A thousand lights float on the water: a new tradition for our wedding day.

King Alfred and his elven woman: Hail!

That day my people shine. Bright lights dance in the night; a last display of magic, a farewell. The union gives us hope and separates: magic to magic, mundane to mundane. The wars have ended, everyone lives. Love has nothing to do with it.

I have five children. The line goes on. The purpose of the union is fulfilled. Loathing has nothing to do with it.

A thousand candle-lights float on the water for his funeral day. I’m free.

(100 words)


I pledge

 

Too obscure?

I’m sorry I chose the name Alfred, my ignorance shows. I didn’t want to tie the story to existing history. Alas, it’s done.

 

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78 thoughts on “Fairy Lights – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

  1. A marriage to end a war I’m thinking. As you noted the purpose of the union was fulfilled. Now he’s dead, since she’s an elf I’m hoping she has very many years left to enjoy her new freedom!

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  2. Well, I’m not sure how happy that marriage was! I liked her voice, that feeling that we don’t quite know the depth of her loathing until the very end. How many times must this have happened through history, leaving aside the magical element? Unions made out of need rather than liking. Nice twist Gabi

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    1. Thank you Lynn, I’m pleased you like her voice. Yes, arranged marriages for power and peace, that happened. Strange though, in fairy tales it’s always the elvish woman who gets to live in our world, gets treated wrongly and then leaves again. I can’t recall a tale where an elf marries a human woman…

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  3. While I liked the way you regressed the wedding through to the funeral via the healthy ‘line’, I particularly like the comment of loathing had nothing to do with it, when most people would have said ‘love’.

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  4. You’ve written an imaginative and haunting story in response to the prompt, with a great turnaround from marriage in the first line to funeral in the last. I wonder whether the price she has paid is even greater than a mortal lifetime with a man she loathed.
    “The union gives us hope and separates: magic to magic, mundane to mundane.” I think she’s probably permanently exiled from her people. That’s a terrible price to pay, and one that I hope she feels is worthwhile. It’s worthwhile for the human and elven citizens who are no longer being killed in war, but for her…wow.
    Thank you for a thought-provoking story, Gabi.

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    1. Thank you for that great comment, Penny. She definitely was exiled while she was married, but like the women from the famous fairy tales, like Melusine for example, she might be able to return. Even if she can’t, she’ll still be happier with her long life than Tolkien’s Arwen, I guess.

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  5. This is great for so many reasons. Magic to mundane! Ouch. The elves floating away in little flashes of light perhaps never to be seen again until Alfred is gone. Then they return on his funeral day, an assumed celebration of her freedom. Kudos.

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  6. An entire lifetime encompassed in one hundred words. “The purpose of the union is fulfilled. Loathing has nothing to do with it. A thousand candle-lights float on the water for his funeral day. I’m free.” Powerful words. Nicely done!

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  7. Ah, so much story in so few words – and yet it feels perfect, the way she can compress her whole life compactly like that, only the key elements standing stark and ugly against the previous magic. I love the repetition in “love has nothing to do with it” and “loathing has nothing to do with it”.

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