The Return

Namrah soared high. Twenty years after the Peabody children wished him live, he decided to return. Would they want to travel on his golden wings again? He’d taken so many children across the globe on secret midnight rides. Sometimes circling the full moon, chasing shooting stars across the skies. He’d not been above American shores in all these years. Would Allen and Susan consider themselves too old to climb aboard his teal feathered back?

Closer to their city now, but why so dark? Hovering over their yard, he stared in disbelief. Piles of bricks, uprooted trees, scattered roof tiles, shattered glass. Fear seized his heart. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this rubbish? A solitary tear escaped one azure sequined eye. Has time destroyed the home, the town of his origins? Are Allen and Susan alive?

Written for prosery Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Mish is pub tender and asks us to include the line “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this rubbish?” from T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land in our flash fiction of 144 words or less, sans title. I’ve written of imaginary friend Namrah in years past. Here we visit him twenty years after he was wished alive.

Prosery is a genre created by dVerse. Pub tenders choose one line of poetry and writers must use that exact line (only the punctuation may be changed; word order must be the same) in a piece of prose, 144 words or less in length, sans title.

24 thoughts on “The Return

  1. sarahsouthwest October 11, 2021 / 3:30 pm

    Lillian, you can’t do that! I was wondering how you were going to keep it so uplifting, and then you smashed us right back down to earth. Poor Namrah – and what a cliffhanger!!!!!

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    • lillian October 11, 2021 / 5:46 pm

      Perhaps a sequel in the future?


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) October 11, 2021 / 3:35 pm

    This feels so sad… it feels like it was more than one dream crushed here. Sadly with growing up follows the death of so many dreams.

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    • lillian October 11, 2021 / 5:47 pm

      Ah yes…..growing up changes our perspective indeed.


  3. merrildsmith October 11, 2021 / 3:37 pm

    Oh no! I hope they’re OK.
    I agree with Sarah–yikes!


  4. Mish October 11, 2021 / 3:43 pm

    Your imagination is contagious, Lil. I picture you reading this to your grandchildren!

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  5. msjadeli October 11, 2021 / 4:09 pm

    Namrah sounds like a magnificent creature. If anyone can save them from the rubble, he can.

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    • lillian October 11, 2021 / 5:48 pm

      He is indeed. How I would love some days to climb upon his back and soar through the stars! 🙂

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  6. Glenn A. Buttkus October 11, 2021 / 4:17 pm

    Incredible cliffhanger, wonderful and imaginative. I see Namrah as a golden dragon.

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    • lillian October 11, 2021 / 5:49 pm

      I wonder if he changes appearance according to the eyes of the beholder????


    • lillian October 11, 2021 / 5:49 pm

      Thank you! Always glad to provide a bit of enjoyment 🙂


  7. Tricia Sankey October 11, 2021 / 5:38 pm

    Love the fantasy! The line inspired me to write some as well. This sentence was a favorite: “A solitary tear escaped one azure sequined eye.” 😍

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  8. rothpoetry October 11, 2021 / 7:41 pm

    A great drama Lillian. You leave us wanting more!


  9. Helen Dehner October 11, 2021 / 8:05 pm

    Well, this is begging for chapters 2/3/4/5/ etc!


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