“The First Frost” – Flash Fiction
I’ve written this story for the Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch.com.
September 21, 2017, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what it is to gather a harvest. You can use the phrase or show what it means without using the words. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by September 26, 2017, to be included in the compilation (published September 27). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
The crops were finally in. Astrid paused beneath the orange glow of the autumnal moon. It was time.
A mystical vision had revealed her new task. Astrid was to harvest the wishes and dreams of her people. Then, she was to drop them into a silver goblet and swirl them together to be sprinkled back upon the earth like dew as a gift from the gods.
The coolness of the night did not discourage her. Astrid raised the chalice and scattered the contents to the heavens. The dew crystalized from the cold and a lacy frost covered the ground.
© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro
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