Stranded – Flash Fiction

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Stranded

Trisha wondered how long they’d been there.  Probably ages.

They were lost because, as usual, Andy refused to follow the map.  It’s much more adventurous, in his opinion, to follow the sun. 

“Oh God, you’re such an idiot” she mumbled under her breath.

He looked up and she thought he might have heard her. 

Hurriedly she said, pointing to the setting sun, “Thanks to you we haven’t a clue where we are and all we know is that west is that way.”  

“We still don’t have a phone signal either”.  Her voice quivering, scared of being on the ridge in the dark.  Angry at the wasted time while he stood pontificating the meaning of life quoting Rilke.

What was that quote?  “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?”

Well, it certainly wasn’t Andy.

Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved

Sanaa is hosted Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight. She
has promted us to write a piece of Flash Fiction with no
more than 144 words using this line “Only mouths are we.
Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the
center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”

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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

15 thoughts on “Stranded – Flash Fiction”

  1. I can sense her frustration at Andy, philosophizing in the midst of grave situation, lol. That would probably tick me off, and I would miss Rilke’s quote

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    1. Thanks Ingrid. My silly little piece was not a match for your beautiful homage to Spring. I just didn’t know where to go with that quote – and neither did Andy! LOL 🤣

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      1. Oh I thought it was great! I could just imagine this know-it-all spouting Rilke, oblivious to the situation unfolding around him 😂

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  6. Bwahahahaha 😀 I so enjoyed this one, Christine! You have done wonders incorporating the line by Rilke as well as setting the atmosphere for it. I too could feel the frustration towards Andy, pontificating the meaning of life while they were stranded. You made my day. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. 💝💝

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    1. Thank you dear Sanaa ☺️💕 I apologize that I did not really do your beautiful prompt justice. I was stuck and decided to do the best I could 😦

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    1. Thank Helen. I think we all know Andy. Like most men he doesn’t like to follow written directions LOL ☺️🤣

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