Flash Fiction: Lights in the Water

“Dad! Pick me up! I want to see.”

I looked at my daughter’s eager face. Her eyes were twinkling in anticipation of beholding the Lights in the Water. I picked her up and placed her on my shoulders. She let out a soft whoaaa. I don’t blame her. It was indeed a dazzling sight to gaze upon. Hundreds of lights floated in the water, bobbing up and down in the mild waves. My daughter tapped my head.

“What are the lights for?”

“Their purpose is to ward off spirits.”

“Dad, doesn’t that mean I can never go near those lights?”

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 24th August, 2018

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      1. I don’t think you meant for it to be sad but where you left it brought up all these questions. Is she dead? How long has she been dead? Poor child then poor father and I wound up feeling bad for them. You didn’t put anything sad on the page but my mind needed to figure the story out because that’s what it does when the writing is good.

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  18. I read this in a blindly optimistic way, thinking that, compared to us dull and heavy-as-clay adults, she was a blythe spirit, but I can see how you may have meant for it to be taken otherwise…

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  22. That’s quite an expected twist at the end. Nothing worse than losing a child and it’s really hard to let go. My heart goes out to her Dad.

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