Updated: Jan 25
Below are several flash fiction pieces for Michael R Kiel Fictions - Winter Flash Blog Battle. The first, Moonlight Prescription, is authored by me. You will notice several highlighted words. These were prompts provided by several authors participating in the battle. I accepted the increased challenge that they must be included in my story. The artwork below, specifically inspired by my story and the original photo prompt (found on my Instagram page and elsewhere in my blog), was created by Scott Thornburg. I have provided a link to his Instagram page in the photo itself and recommend checking out his other work!
The authors for the remaining flash fiction entries will be provided with each story. These then will be followed by a list of each of the flash fiction participants and their respective blog links. I politely ask you to not only read my flash fiction but the stories created by these other wonderful authors in this First Annual Winter Flash Blog Battle.
One final note. Please be respectful and know each story below is copyrighted to each individual author.
Now, to the battle!
Artwork by Scott Thornburg.
Michael R Kiel Fictions
It was serendipitous how my prison became void. When the girl walked into my life and smiled, a wonderful opportunity of escape presented itself.
I had been captured and imprisoned by an evil witch when I turned eight. She had kidnapped me from my family and thrown me into this cave. Every morning I awoke with a plate of stale bread and warm cheese. Every night, my belly empty, I gazed upon the moon, wondering what the outside world had become as I began to forget my own life.
Many times, I had tried to escape. Every attempt was thwarted as I fell against an invisible barrier. The echo of my moans and cries reverberated off the cave walls, reminding me of my doom.
One night, as the moon was gracious enough to wipe away my eternal darkness, I heard her voice.
"Hello there!" whispered the girl.
She stepped out of the mist and stood beneath the moon. I opened my mouth and tried to speak. My throat dry, I could only cough.
"It's no use," said the girl. "The cave makes you dumb."
Still choking, I fell to the floor and drank from a stream of water trickling into the cave. Meanwhile, the girl squatted and glanced at me with a frown.
"I'd like to help you."
I wiped my mouth with an arm and rested my vocal cords. I glared all around me, pulled at my tattered clothes, grunting at their stench, and nodded my acquiescence.
She stood, smiling, raising her arms wide.
"Well, my prescription is relatively straightforward. We must let out some light."
I raised my eyebrows, thinking I must have misheard her. Then, I blinked, dropping my jaw as a string fell and dangled from the moon in our direction.
At length, the girl noticed my mouth agape and winked. She grabbed the string and tugged at it. Despite my own haggard state of mind, I could not believe my own vision. The moon, now a balloon, began to deflate, diminishing in both size and light. Her feet floated off the cave floor, hovered a moment, and then returned to the rock.
Caught unaware, I grinned and giggled.