Hope Grows in Beneficence

Violet was born after a spring storm. She emerged from between the rainbow’s green and blue arcs. I am a centenarian angel, called to witness her birth. I’d been handmaiden to Death through all my years, grief skewing my existence. I was granted this new assignment, my aging wish. To assist non-humans within a species immersed in flights of fancy and joy.

I nudged Violet’s tiny fairy wings, guiding her through the sun’s rays toward the Land of Beneficence. Here she would learn to interact with the young offspring of humans when she journeyed to their earth. To spark their imaginations before ideas of difference and negativity took root. The hope of humankind lies within Violet and all her pixie kin, born every time a rainbow appears. My task, your very livelihood, is within the rainbow. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Written for Prosery Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe.

Today we are to include the line “Everything I do is stitched with its color” in a piece of flash fiction, composed of 144 words, sans title. The required line is from a poem written by William Stanley Merwin, 17th Poet Laureate of the United States.

Image from Pixabay.com

18 thoughts on “Hope Grows in Beneficence

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) January 16, 2023 / 3:09 pm

    What a lovely and beautiful tale and how very different from where my mind went. The thought of a pixie born from the colors to give children a bit of good influence before they stiffen to humans is excellent.

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    • lillian January 16, 2023 / 3:16 pm

      Thank you Bjorn. I always so appreciate when I receive a positive comment from you. Wouldn’t it just be wonderful if our future lie within the rainbow’s pixies?

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  2. msjadeli January 16, 2023 / 3:10 pm

    Oh Lillian, I love where your imagination took the line. Selah!

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    • lillian January 16, 2023 / 3:17 pm

      So glad you enjoyed. Sometimes the pen just moves….I really love the line.

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  3. merrildsmith January 16, 2023 / 3:41 pm

    Oh, the line works so well in your story. Beautiful! I so want this fantasy to be true! 🌈 💙

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  4. Jane Dougherty January 16, 2023 / 4:12 pm

    Of course she was born after a rainstorm! What a lovely way to describe the rainbow’s colours.

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  5. Gillena Cox January 16, 2023 / 4:18 pm

    WOW!!! A really lovely imagined tale.
    Much❤love

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    • lillian January 16, 2023 / 4:27 pm

      Thank you, Gillena. So glad you enjoyed! Hope to see your Thursday and/or Saturday at OLN LIVE!

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  6. larry trasciatti January 16, 2023 / 4:31 pm

    Such a fine imagination. Although Death needs a helper too, it must be so much more enjoyable to get to be with small children during their formative years

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  7. Tricia Sankey January 16, 2023 / 5:52 pm

    Love the magical and whimsical details in this one!! 🌈💓

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  8. maria January 17, 2023 / 1:43 am

    Just what we need in these challenging times. Magic and whimsical imaginings.

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  9. kim881 January 17, 2023 / 4:12 am

    A delightful story, Lill, stitched full of colour, and I love the idea of a land called Beneficence and a ‘handmaiden to Death’.

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  10. Colleen M. Chesebro January 17, 2023 / 2:57 pm

    Your magical words weave rainbows in the sky with new meaning! I loved this so much, Lillian. 🌈🧚‍♀️

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