Monday, 18 June 2012

Five Sentence Fiction: Medicine



“It’s bad...” the Sage grimaced, his brow creasing and his head slowly shaking, “I’m losing her.”
He glanced down at her pale features; her forehead was dusted with perspiration glittering in the moonlight and her hands lay limp on the cotton coverlet, and he pre-empted the question with a prolonged sigh, “There is something, it’s a long shot, might not even work...but,” he gestured vaguely beyond the window, “up there, high on the peak, is the montis bellis perennis...the mountain daisy...” his voice trailed and disappeared along with the lad’s hopes. 
But, within moments, the lad had vanished out into the shadowy night, trekking far across muddy fields, weaving through distant forest, cutting a path through murky swamps and climbing through ominous veils of meandering mists up, up and up...fingers blistering as he grasped splintering rock and eyes smarting from the violent, howling winds. 
Nights passed, days passed, and her fading breath passed weakly through her dry and chapped lips; then the lad crashed through the door, disturbing the Sage and the peace, clutching a daisy, a single daisy, petals lost, petals crumpled and petals sticking to his exhausted fingers...he dropped the crushed and broken daisy into the mystic’s open hands. “Use the flower and heal her!” he demanded through his haze of delirium, “Heal her!”
“I can’t,” said the Sage, “there’s nothing left of the flower, nothing...” he watched the weary lad fall to the floor and stroked the remains of the daisy across her ashen face; she stirred, just a tiny movement, but enough, “I can’t heal her, nor can the daisy, but you have...it’s not the daisy, but the journey you were willing to make, your faith and love have healed her...see her eyes flutter open...for you, for love...”

Photograph by Lisa Shambrook

14 comments:

  1. Lisa, this gave me the chills. In my nursing career I've learned that an important part of healing is having someone to get well for. I think both of our stories illustrated that point, each in a different way.

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    1. I definitely agree Victoria...reasons for living are as important as the actual medicine available! Thanks for your time and comment.

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  2. Oh Lisa, you've done it again. A lovely story! I'm partial to daisies (was my Mom's name) so that pulled me in but your descriptive prose kept me reading. Great last scene. Very well done!

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    1. Thanks so much Jo-Anne, you've inspired me so much with your writing, so your appreciation means a lot to me! I adore daisies, something to so with their simplicity and delicate beauty, I think.

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  3. You about had me choked up. Great story, touching. It catapults love and faith to new heights. Nice work

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    1. It's lovely to know you've managed to hit the mark when writing, thanks for commenting.

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  4. Love is powerful medicine and you captured that so well.

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  5. Absolutely fantastic! This is so delightful and lovely. A true fairy tale complete with your own special magic. I just loved this! Thanks so much for sharing. xoxoxo

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    1. Oooh thank you Stacy, you're another of my inspirations...helping me spread my writing wings! x

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  6. Beautiful descriptions and a very lovely story. I can agree - Love has the power to heal just about anything. Nice work!

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    1. Loved yours too...we should never under estimate love!

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  7. I am amazed at what you can do with five sentences! I was gonna cry if she died! Nice work. I want a longer version. :)

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    1. Thanks Rakel, this piece is still living in my heart...so it's one I may come back to one day! When I did FSF 'Wicked' I had to come back and finish the story!

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