
It has always been thus. We sow the land and plant the seed. The sun shines, the rain falls, the crop grows. Nourished by the virtuous soil, our harvest finds a ready market. Bakeries fragrant with yeasty smells form it into bread. The brewer’s alchemy spins flax into gold. Coin changes hands, glasses clink, and the laughter of good neighbours warms and comforts. This is how life was.
Today, scorching sun parches the cracked soil, leached by winter deluges. How can we live now? All we can do is venture north in little boats and hope for refuge.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
The brewer’s alchemy spins flax into gold. Lovely.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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A tale of our times. That first paragraph was rich in imagery.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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Beautifully expressed.
Sadly, this is the reality. Will will be able to take our boats when there’s melting of the glaciers and excessive flooding…
“Make Hay While The Sun Shines”- By Anita
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Thanks so much, Anita. Even now the boats get turned back
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A lovely fantasy beginning with a cruel reality ending.
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Thanks so much
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Change is upon us. For the worse?
Wonderfully said. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Terveen
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The joyful peace of the first paragraph turned to bitter tragedy. A tragedy so often repeated, lessons never learned. Very moving.
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Thanks so much
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Dear Neil,
How quickly you took us from tranquility to tragedy. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochella
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You put alot of power into that story, and held it back for max effect!
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Thanks so much, Ain
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Great tale, great imagery and powerful impact.
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Thanks so much
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From heaven to hades in a hundred words. Well done Neil.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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Your story breaks my heart as it isn’t fiction. Good wordsmithing, Neil.
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No, not fiction. Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re most welcome, Neil.
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Beautiful imagery, Neil. ‘The brewer’s alchemy spins flax into gold.’
But a story for our time in how we have plundered nature.
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Thanks so much, Jenne
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Contrast and comparison. How bleak the future looks in the light of what has been.
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But it needn’t be
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And that is always the saddest thing, isn’t it?
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New Englanders sometimes use that expression, especially the older ones. Often it comes out as “ayah”. withe the emphasis on the last syllable.
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All that glistens is not gold …. for the follies and the tears we will shed. Impactful ending. Sadly, a reality. Lots of delicious lines in this piece – definitely a reminder to be humble and grateful for the abundance of what we do have, right now.
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And bold and inventive for what we can do in the future
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true, very true, as long as we temper it with the understanding of the past, both the faults and the accomplishments
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Any culture, they say, that has forgotten its history is doomed to repeat its mistakes
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absolutely, which makes me wonder about the current “cancel culture” …. seems very ominous.
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I don’t think people who want to pull down statues want to erase history. Quite the reverse, in fact
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I believe I’m on the fence about it – like most things, it depends on place/location/intention/situation etc. But like the notion that a life not examined is not worth living – which may or not be true, because too much scrutiny can be equally devastating/damaging – I think that things have to be considered in a fuller context. Choosing to “amend” the past mistakes or faults by a tear down while refusing to understand that on many levels, it’s just not one person or icon that is the root of all “bad” or inequalities etc. etc. but rather a collective community acceptance is a bit like idolizing, say Gandhi or Mandela, without considering they, like all of us, walk with both light and dark within us. So I think, it’s not that I’m adverse to the change, but there seems to be an awful lot of mass destruction in broad, sweeping, grand gestures, that just seem like it’s about catching the current wave of whatever is “in”. If this makes any sense. And I hope this hasn’t hijacked your post/comments.
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Is this not how it has always been, the climate changes and people move.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episodes/m000z2cw/h2o-the-molecule-that-made-us
BBC 4, shows the problem very clearly. You may have already watched.
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Yes and no. Yes climate has always changed (usually in response to long-term trends) and people have moved. No, the climate is changing rapidly now because of what we’ve done
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Yes, the rate of change is dramatic these days.
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The climate changes, and people move – good observation.
We work with farmers in Australia. Yes, they’re out to make a living (profit) and provide food for the world – but they’re also very conscious and active in sustainability and renewal.
My first reaction on reading Neil’s story was ‘oh no, not another farmer basher’ – but of course he hasn’t bashed farmers. That was my bias entering the picture. 🙂
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What a story of two halves, Neil. The pastoral at the start is lovely, I enjoyed the brewers line in particular. Then you smack us between the eyes with the conclusion and I’m left wondering who will take those boats in. Well done.
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Who will take in those boats. That’s the question facing all of us
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it’s survival of the fittest, always has been, always will be.
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But who is to say what fitness consists of?
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And we’re well on our way to the second part of your story. I like how you show how quickly things are changing as your protagonist remembers how it used to be.
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Thanks so much
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And I feel they may not be welcome where they travel to. Beautiful descriptive language in this. Love the gold for beer line!
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Sadly, they may not be. Thanks so much, Laurie
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Very timely. Watching the cycle of the earth shift… as it has done before. Self sustaining… like the traditional rotation of crops and the fallow field which keeps the land fertile… both practices modern farming seems to have forgotten. And the result is… parched, unproductive soil.
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Thanks so much, Bear
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I like the way you give this a French slant, with phrases like ‘virtuous soil’ and ‘Bakeries fragrant with yeasty smells’. You’ve almost made the story feel like the start of an epic – pretty impressive for flash fiction!
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That’s very kind. Thanks so much, Penny
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Neil,
The first paragraph with its Edenic imagery is rich with poetic beauty, a stark contrast to what follows. Nicely done.
pax,
dora
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Thanks so much, Dora
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from nostaligic nirvana to armedgonial dystopian now in 100 words.We are reaping what we have sown.
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But we may still be able to avoid having to take to the little boats
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Let’s hope!
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The beauty of the previous cycle of life described heightens the starkness of disturbed nature. A powerful story Neil.
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Thanks so much
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Things changes with time bitter truth
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Thanks for reading
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❤
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Thanks
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