The Iron Writer Weekend Quickie #46


The Iron Writer Weekend Quickie #46

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A dandelion bracelet

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  1. We sat there in the grassy dunes, making daisy chains and dandelion bracelets as the sun beat down on our smiling faces and boney teenage legs.
    “Do you love me, Tom?”
    “Of course I do, Janice!”
    It was the greatest summer break I’d ever had. No more would I hide in the back of the classroom and adore her from afar. She was mine and I was hers.
    “Look, all done.”
    I didn’t mind messing around on the beach, it was enough that I could spend all my waking hours with her. By luck, our parents had hired neighbouring beach huts and our romance had started from the very first morning.
    “That looks very…” A dark cloud came over but elasewhere was still burning sunshine. I looked up. “No! It can’t be!”
    “Tom? What is it? A little rain cloud? I do so love little rain…” She looked up and we were both in a state of incredulity. “It’’s not a….is it, Tom?”
    With its spinning chassis and flashing lights, it hovered above us. A beam shot from it’s belly and Janice disappeared, along with the UFO.
    “Ah, hell! I can’t believe it! I didn’t even get to second base!”

  2. Their eyes wide, the boys drew inward around Ian.

    “And then what did you do?” one gasped.

    “Well, after I gave her the dandelion bracelet, I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips.”

    “Did you give her any tongue?” asked Mark, Ian’s bestie.

    Ian looked around at all the hopeful faces and considered his next words.

    “Even better, I reached down and copped a feel.”

    It was like in those old nuclear test videos where the families of mannequins get blown down in the shockwave ahead of the blast. The boys were floored by this revelation.

    “Horseshit,” called a gruff voice. Brock, one of the 8th graders, walked up sneering at Ian.

    “No fricken way you felt up Emma Cole’s titties.”

    The boys looked to Ian for his comeback.

    “You’re right man… it was her muff!”

    Cheers erupted from the gathered boys. Mark gave Ian a high-five.

    Brock scoffed. “I’d have an easier time believing y’all were abducted by aliens, turd.”

    “It’s true,” came a girl’s voice.

    Ian’s face turned blood red as he turned to see Emma Cole standing in the hall. She winked at him.

    Ian swooned then dropped to floor along with Brock’s jaw.

  3. I removed her blindfold and her mouth fell open in disbelief as she gazed out over the softly shimmering meadow. As she smiled, clouds parted and a warm shaft of light fell on our beloved patch of heaven.

    “You found it again!” she cried, and for a moment I thought she might burst into tears. “How did you—? It was so long ago…”

    But wasn’t it mere moments ago we lay there, the soft breeze caressing the grassy fields… and I her porcelain skin? For those few precious stolen hours, we had exchanged kisses, promises, and dandelion bracelets, symbols of a love that would transcend time and space. And now, we had returned.

    “It’s ours now,” I said.

    She nodded and giggled just as she had that day, but then she frowned. Two hairy, pinkish creatures had scampered into view, pointing and waving frantically. “Are those…?”

    I smiled. “Humans, yes. Completely harmless.”

    “I don’t like them,” she said, her eye clouding with fear.

    Soon we landed in the singed grass and disembarked amid acrid smoke. “It’s a shame, don’t you think?” I said.

    “Come,” she said. “The others will be here soon.” She fell into the grass, laughing.

  4. Running as fast as we could, we dove into the high grass. “Hold perfectly still,” I whispered to Maggie, who was panting so hard she could hardly speak. “I think we lost them. The Lions were distracted by the the elk you shot. That was brilliant!” Maggie seemed to relax a bit as she looked up at me. “Oh no,” she exclaimed. “The aliens have returned …”

    I turned and looked to the sky. “Quick! Pick as many clover blossoms as you can.” We huddled together, working feverishly to make two daisy chain bracelets. I put mine on and then I slipped the other over Maggie’s wrist. “There, they have no power over us, so long as we’re united.” I stood up, reached my hand out to help her up, and we ran toward the spacecraft. Stopping at the water’s edge, we stood there on the beach, holding hands, and watched as the wind dispersed the alien craft into white wispy mists of cloud.

    “The ring, please. Mr. Jackson, the ring.”

    Glancing up at the minister, and then over to Maggie, I took her hand, and slipped over her wrist, a fresh clover bracelet. She looked at me with incredulity as I whispered, “They’ll have no power over us so long as we’re united.” The we both turned and looked out over the congregation, and beyond through the open doors.

    Dan had his little sister Edie suspend the top on clear fishing line. It was a beautiful toy made of lightweight metal and painted in clear colours. The light of the late sun bounced off its edges and the edges of the clouds. Perfect.

    Dan had Edie and his brother Will racing down the hillside in the second photograph. The tricky bit would be putting the two photographs together.

    In the darkroom, Dan realised he’d misjudged. The top looked like a flying saucer, just as he’d hoped, but it was too close. The children appeared to be racing away from the flying saucer, not towards it. But it did look like it was one photograph.

    The next day, the three of them went again to the dandelion strewn hillside. Dan sighed. Nothing of photographic interest. He waited hoping things would change. Will kept Edie entertained by making a bracelet of dandelions. In vain.

    Dan entered the photograph into the competition anyway.
    The judge shook his head. “You expect us to believe you’ve photographed a flying saucer?”

    “Or explain how I did it,” Dan muttered.

    The judge nodded. He immediately fabricated a new category: ‘Best Technical Skill’.

    He won, still regretting he’d not had his camera when the real flying saucer hovered over him.

    Next time.

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