Thursday, July 26, 2012

Friday Flash 55 #3




The glass blower tossed bits and bobs from his craft into the river that lead to the sea. During low tides these scraps returned as tumbled fairy gems, washing onto the beach or burrowing up from the sands. Magical beach combing had brought them together until she realized it was only magic, not love.

Friday Flash 55 roots are HERE

12 comments:

Christina said...

Aw they are lovely.

G-Man said...

Ms. Lapin...
For only your 3rd Flash Fiction 55,
you fit in like a Pro!
Very well thought out...
Loved your Lapidary 55
Thanks for playing, and please make sure you stop by my blog and comment after 8:00 tonight so that other people can see haw talented you are. Have a Kick Ass Week-End

Brian Miller said...

ouch....magic and love have much alike but can def be so far apart....

Rabbits' Guy said...

Exactly 55 words in a sensible story? Ratso - I'm still trying to figure out Haiku ...

Nice story and picture! Such a shame - all those people who never have the chance to find beach glass!

speedyrabbit said...

beautiful is all I can say

MorningAJ said...

Ah - but love and magic are very closely linked.

Gorgeous photo to go with your words.

(Have you considered removing the word verification from your blog?)

Jean Spitzer said...

I love the end of day bits.

bunnits said...

Really neat--story and photo, both

Crafty Green Poet said...

what lovely beads! I love beach combing!

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

Such mystery.
You have such great flow in your writing. Love it.

Can't wait to see the next one.
Kudos!

hugs
shakira


Mine is here

Elizabeth said...

Such a wonderful idea/image.
Sending warm greetings and feeling a bit out of touch with you and the buns!

Michelle May said...

Loooooooooove them!