Cry of the Wolf – Flash Fiction – Prosery

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Cry of the Wolf

In the still of a moonlit night he lay snug inside his sleeping bag.  His mind wandering back to what had made him to come to this place. Was it to be at one with nature, or just an escape from the madness of the city.  He had felt compelled to return to his favorite place in the forests of northern Michigan.

Here he could breathe and think clearly.  He remembered camping here as a boy with his father who had told him this was a spiritual place.  He didn’t quite understand what that meant but he knew enough to respect the land and the wildlife.

It was at that moment that he heard the wolves cry out.   He remembered the sound and what his father had said.

“Don’t be scared son.  In their dreams they sleep with the moon, not outside our tent”.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with a line from a poem. We are to write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 144 words, excluding the title, and it must include the line below.

“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”

From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

39 thoughts on “Cry of the Wolf – Flash Fiction – Prosery”

  1. I love the way your story centres around one character surrounded by nature and the unknown, Christine. I felt as if I was there with him in the forests of northern Michigan.

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    1. Thank you so much Kim! I appreciate it. Living here in Florida makes me long for forests. I need to commune with nature myself sometimes.
      I always think of wolves and the moon, and of course the cow that jumped over it! LOL ☺️

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  4. You will find as much forest as you can handle in Northern MI, Christine 🙂 I love you featuring it in your story. A perfect place for a person to find beauty and clarity. The wolves and what his dad said reminds me of the true story, “Never Cry Wolf.”

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    1. Thank you Lisa. I haven’t been up there but I imagined there would be wolves. I will have to look into that true story, Never Cry Wolf. Funny isn’t it that I seem to use that expression, Cry Wolf, quite a lot.

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      1. There definitely are wolves up there, and it’s an ongoing battle to keep them protected. There is a movie, but it is based on a book by a biologist who went up to the Arctic and studied them for a year. The reason you have that as part of your lexicon is because it is taught to us through fairy tales and other stories that wolves are crazed beasts. Look at all of the werewolf stories out there! Wolves suffer for it 😦

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      2. How fascinating and sad at the same time. I need to look more into it. Thanks for sharing that with me Lisa ☺️

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    1. Thank you Dwight. It’s funny how those little things a parent says when you are young, just stick with you forever☺️

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  16. I like your style! If you’d ever consider submitting some of your work for publication, Dixie State University has an online literary journal and is currently open for submissions. You can check us out at R7Review.com. The deadline to submit this year is November 6th.

    https://r7review.submittable.com/submit

    We also accept photography, audio recordings, visual art, fiction, multimedia, nonfiction, etc.

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    1. Thank you very much Rachel. I really appreciate your interest in my work and will certainly check out the journal. I write mostly poetry but I do like a challenge! ☺️ Best wishes, Christine

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