Friday Fictioneers – Rays of Gold

Sometimes she sits on the gilded edge of the time before and the space after, watching people scurry below.

Ants unaware of their instinctual march, if they were to rip their eyes from the path would they see me?

Unaware of his mother’s harried calls a boy lets his toy train crash to the wooden floors. The glowing specter upon the golden spiral lights, reflecting and refracting shimmering beams, flickers then vanishes.

“Mommy did you see that?”

He points, though he’s suddenly unsure of the space where the dancing rays of gold once were.

His mother hurriedly leads him away.

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Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff Fields for wrangling Friday Fictioneers

17 responses to “Friday Fictioneers – Rays of Gold”

  1. I loved the magic in this

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  2. A great mystery in this, and only the boy knows.

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    1. Yes, indeed. Thank you for reading!

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  3. This was so magical indeed, Kelley. I loved the whole feeling of it.

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  4. Very magical. Enjoyed it.

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  5. If only we could look beyond our world, what would s we might see. I enjoyed this inventive story

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  6. “Sometimes she sits on the gilded edge of the time before and the space after, watching people scurry below.”
    👆Breathtaking! Thank you! 💗

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  7. Dear Kelley,

    I particularly liked the line about the ants. If we could only rip our eyes away from the path there’s no telling what we might see. Well done.

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    1. Hi Russell, thank you so much! I appreciate it

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  8. Mommies often can’t see what little boys know is there.

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    1. Thank you for reading. I like to think we don’t lose the sense of wonder as we grow up but I know that’s not always true. I took my daughter to watch a ballet version of Peter Pan recently and they played a video beforehand that ended with the phrase “never grow up”. She leaned over and whispered “Yeah, I’m never gonna grow up.”

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  9. Great story. I like your concept of time.


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