“The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”
Leezeeanne* remembered the uproar after installing the castings of buffalo and Blackfoot warrior. “The idiot next door petitioned to get my place condemned; the statuary on my front lawn an example of my madness.”
“But he and his type could the meaning and importance of these two figures. Only Mallard knew. Where was Mallard?”
She was floating over a raging river, swollen with water released from the bonds of the dam. Dancing, flirting jealous; the water turned ugly and mean.
Watching herself hanging onto an upturned white white rafting boat, her whole body numb from the cold.
Seeing the still dry spot of land beyond the reach of the evil water less that a life-time away.
“Leezeeanne,” Mallard’s* voice plunged her down, river-ward in her into that icy water, cold fingers slowing loosing their grip.
She felt someone reaching for her, bouncing against the raft, then drifting away.
word count: 148
Written for Mondays Finish the Story, April 13, 2015
Mondays Finish the Story challenges you to use the provided opening sentence and accompanying photograph to write a piece of flash fiction – 100 to 150 words. This is a great way to start your creative week.
* A “white water” melodrama (March 23, 2015) introduced the characters Mallard and Leezeeanne, and a disastrous white water rafting experience. I received comments in favour of leaving the ending it as it was. The reader could decide how things turned out. Others thought the story could continue.
* The story continued in “White Water Melodrama, Part II: Remembories (March 30, 2015) is Mallard’s remembories of Leezeeanne. I committed myself to reaching a conclusion . . . sometime.
* Leezeeanne’s buffalo in the flood is the tale told from Leezeeanne’s perspective (April 13, 2015). Am I getting any closer to the finale? What do you think!
© phylor 2015