Dear Friend – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Another week went by and it’s time again for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.

The rules: 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 © Ted Strutz Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Ted Strutz’s permission.


Dear Friend

My dear old car! Remember how we went places together? Flying, always flying high! Those were the days.

Remember when I met him? My longing burnt so hot that I gave up everything for him: family, friends, my old life, even my magic. I kept you, dear friend, as keepsake.

Now we’re both old, and our bodies aren’t what they used to be. He left me for a newer model long ago. I’m stuck in this cold, colourless world. Only when I sit with you can we fly again—in my dreams. Maybe I’ll just sit here, with you, forever.

(100 words)


I pledge

I don’t know where the idea of flying vehicles originated. Ian Fleming described one in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, J.K. Rowling describes a flying car in Harry Potter, the movie Nanny McPhee 2 has a flying motorcycle… so, no idea who first thought it, but it’s definitely not my idea. The rest of the story is, though. 🙂

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68 thoughts on “Dear Friend – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

      1. But did the Flying Dutchman actually fly? I know it could only come into port once every so many years, but I thought it was out to sea the rest of the time.
        And you forgot to include flying reindeers pulling flying sleighs, and a flying chariot pulled by a flying golden boar. I think there’s been much nibbling of fly agaric! 🙂

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          1. And Icarus used feathers stuck into wax … but the wax melted when he got too close to the sun. But yea, what does it mean to dream of flying? High ambitions? That you’re getting above yourself? A rejection of your physicality? Or something else?

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              1. I used to dream I was flying an aeroplane. But the fact that my co-pilot was the American actor/comedian Bob Hope, might suggest I had ‘high hopes’. Once or twice I also dreamt of taking off in a space rocket. These dreams were back in the days when life was a bit of a stink. Make of it as you will. 🙂

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  1. Wonderful take on the prompt, and great job tapping into that profound regret of having given up so much for a dream that turned out not to be worth it. I can only imagine what it would be like to actually give up *magic* for a man — although the rest of it, I know all too well, unfortunately. Ah well, it makes great fodder for my fiction!

    I wonder if before there were cars — and thus, flying cars — did people dream of flying boats? My guess is yes: people love to imagine flying, in a wide range of ways.

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    1. Crispina further up was making a few suggestions. I wonder if very early people already dreamt of flying. Flying boats… does ring a bell, too. But anyway, I’m glad you liked the story. I tapped into various legends of fairy maidens marrying mortals, like Melusin etc.

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  2. Most mythologies have mention of flying vehicles but the day is not far off when it will be a reality. But there is magic in this story, looks like she gave up her powers for a mortal who hurt her instead. Nice take on the prompt.

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  3. We discard anything old, and replace it with a new one. From gadgets, the trend has moved to relationships. I guess one should hear what the car is saying. It is profound.

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  4. Gabi, I believe our desire for flight–– our dreams, fantasies, folklore, make it likely that we’d marry that with our love of cars. Oh, the fantasy of the two together! I love the sadness here: aging, lost love, lost trust, but the solace of kinship. Really nice!

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