THE SHACK
Swollen blueberries begged to be plucked only in sporadic patches. Soon Rita stripped all the fruit and wandered away from the railroad tracks in search of more. Birds twittered over each other and heat bugs whirled and clicked fast and loud as if anxious, and stopped—dead quiet. Stilled a moment, they began again. Craving quiet time, Rita had chosen to go picking on her own for the first time. She gazed about the perfect August morning: the sun edged higher, cloud-stripped, the sky expanded. No humidity pressed against her.
A magnetic energy pulled her further. Stones and twigs crunched beneath her runners. Tall grass tickled her bare legs. She didn’t give her car a second thought. Amongst the trees, an extraordinary mirage emerged. Streaked crimson ponytail stock-still, Rita crept forward. Charming. Is it real? Her eyes squinted and rounded without her consent. In a compact clearing surrounded by a thicket of trees an enormous barrel lay on its side: weather-beaten and sun-bleached, but solid. She breathed in the fragrant scent of ferns even though the enormous tamarack and stately birch obscured the sun. A smaller than average door graced the barrel’s upright lid. On top, a rusted chimney pipe stuck out like a tired blossom stuck into a hat.
Head tilted, Rita circled the structure and listened. She discovered windows on either side, but too high to peek inside. In the back a drowsy vegetable garden snoozed, plants stretching towards the sun.
Am I dreaming? Rita halted and waited, but for what? Swallowing hard, she gripped her half-filled basket, sidled up to the door and knocked as if afraid to disturb the occupant.
“Hello, is anybody there?” No answer. She waited a beat, turned the knob and peaked inside. Wow—Ohmygawd.
She stepped inside, up onto the wide-planked floor. A shelf-like bed hung supported by chains beneath one window, a thin pillow and blanket in place. Beneath the other window, pressed to the wall and on its side, a large cable spool gleamed in the sunlight. A Tale of Two Cities lay open and face down on top. Impressive. Two thick tree stumps, well sanded, had been hallowed out like club chairs. Against the inside lid at the back of the barrel, hung row upon row of floor-to-ceiling shelving. An assortment of mismatched plates, chipped pots and pans, tattered books, colored stones and woven-grass baskets populated the long planks of wood. A scarred pot-bellied wood-stove stood guard over the humble room, its chimney pipe cold and crooked as a one-legged spider.
“I’m lost and hallucinating.” Rita peered right and left and back once more. The logical thing is to sit and wait. “Whoever lives here must come back—sometime.” She munched on her berries, eyes heavy, and climbed onto the bed. Maybe a nap…
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A dark silhouette crossed to the bed with the stillness of a ghost. “Hmm.” A Cheshire smile widened, eyes hooded and akin to a Black Widow with a fly.
November 4, 2014 at 7:24 pm
If it looks to good to be true, it probably is. Gulp.
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November 4, 2014 at 8:22 pm
Gulp!
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November 4, 2014 at 7:50 pm
It starts off like a fairy tale and ends up hinting of a thriller. Great story!
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November 4, 2014 at 8:23 pm
I know. I didn’t realize that at first. Don’t know where the beginning came from. Hate thinking about a spider and a trapped fly…
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November 4, 2014 at 8:01 pm
A longer one! Drawn in and now wondering about the silhouette Tess. Perhaps no matter how many words you always leave me on the edge of my seat. 🙂
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November 4, 2014 at 8:25 pm
If that’s the case, I’d like to pat my hands and say, “My work is done.” Only in my dreams, though. 🙂
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November 4, 2014 at 8:20 pm
I was yelling for her to not go in! Did she listen?? NO!
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November 4, 2014 at 8:27 pm
What did she think? This is a fairy-tale. Yell some more. No. Wait. It’s too late.
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November 4, 2014 at 8:52 pm
Creepy. I’m with grannyK … don’t go, don’t go. *sigh* … they never listen.
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November 5, 2014 at 8:37 am
Sigh. I know. What is life a fairy-tale?
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November 4, 2014 at 9:34 pm
Some great imagery. Well done!
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November 5, 2014 at 8:44 am
Thank YOU! ❤
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November 4, 2014 at 9:44 pm
Wow…..you just keep topping yourself.
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November 5, 2014 at 8:44 am
I hope so. Thank you, Kanzen. Your support means a lot to me. ❤
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November 4, 2014 at 10:31 pm
Pressing humidity… I love it!
Your writing is always so thought-provoking, sense-evoking.
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November 5, 2014 at 7:09 pm
Honest? I’m pleased you think so. Thank YOU. ❤
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November 5, 2014 at 1:16 am
Darn–kids never listen! Too late and you gotta write more. . .more. . . J 🙂
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November 5, 2014 at 7:10 pm
I’ve thought about that… ~(~_*)~~
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November 5, 2014 at 1:27 am
Ohh, Spooky!
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November 5, 2014 at 7:11 pm
MayBE or maybeeeee not… ~(~_*)~~
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November 5, 2014 at 2:10 am
Oh-oh, where will this end? love or trouble?
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November 5, 2014 at 7:12 pm
Maybeeee, some of both, or none. *(^_^)*
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November 5, 2014 at 2:11 am
I do love your style and story lines and how effective it is with me. 😉
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November 5, 2014 at 7:13 pm
Wow. That’s a great thing to say. Thanks so MUCH. ❤
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November 5, 2014 at 3:10 am
I was just thinking what a wonderful little place to find…..until the last line 🙂
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November 5, 2014 at 7:16 pm
Perfect easily becomes dull, no? Thank you for reading and commenting. I do appreciate your support. ⭐ ❤
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November 5, 2014 at 5:20 am
Okay….I can’t blame her for going in. It sounds like a wonderful little place…. Until the end. But, I think I will believe in yet another twist happening. 😉
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November 5, 2014 at 7:17 pm
Uh-huh… *(^_^)*
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November 5, 2014 at 5:38 am
Maybe it’s the cynic in me, but when things seem too good to be true, well there’s a reason.
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November 5, 2014 at 7:18 pm
Yup! I feel the same. Maybe it will be b-a-d or something else. 💡
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November 5, 2014 at 8:55 am
Oh my. I was reminded of a story I loved to read as a girl about a family of squirrels who lived in a barrel described so much like yours. So I was just getting all cosy and snug and then…bam!!! Very spooky twist here Tess, you had me to the very end. Great story, loved it 😀 😉 ❤
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November 5, 2014 at 7:29 pm
Thanks so much, Sherri. It’s always a surprise and a wonderful blush, when a story goes over well with readers.
❤ ⭐ 🐻
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November 6, 2014 at 2:41 pm
It is isn’t it? And you do it so very well Tess, you really do 🙂 ❤ 🐻
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November 6, 2014 at 2:55 pm
Thank you, Sherri. I wasn’t all that sure about this one but it seems to have gone over well.
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November 7, 2014 at 1:23 pm
It really did…we are all huge fans of your wonderful writing Tess 😀 ⭐ ❤
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November 8, 2014 at 10:57 am
❤ ❤ ❤
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November 5, 2014 at 11:14 am
Your detail is amazing, Tess. The ending was surprising. You did a great job. 😀
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November 5, 2014 at 7:37 pm
Thanks so much, Glynis. Coming from you, this means a lot to me. ❤ ❤ ❤
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November 5, 2014 at 11:24 am
Oh MY KATS!! The imagery is amazing- from the first sentence I couldn’t stop reading- I’m going to tell the human- every now and then I actually let her READ a book -(instead of napping on them when she’s trying to read)- but wait- if I give her back her iPhone, how will I be able to read it?! *(tail flap)* 😾
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November 5, 2014 at 7:40 pm
Thanks a bag full of your favorite catnip, hairballexpress. You are an exceptional feline and I’m not just saying that because you read my flash. Still, I am tickled pink.
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November 5, 2014 at 9:14 pm
Why thank you, human!! *((purrs))*😺
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November 6, 2014 at 10:18 am
What school of learning di you attend? I’d like to sent my fur-ball for training. 🙂
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November 6, 2014 at 2:31 pm
I didn’t attend school- I TEACH school! It’s Shrimp’s Cattitude Academy! 😸 *((purrs))* 😾💗💚
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November 6, 2014 at 2:53 pm
In that case, you are utterly a.w.e.s.o.m.e. 😮
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November 6, 2014 at 3:24 pm
Hehehehe! Why thank you, human!
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November 6, 2014 at 4:40 pm
~(~_*)~~
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November 5, 2014 at 1:32 pm
I’ve missed your fiction snippets during my self-imposed absence. I’m glad I’m back!
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November 5, 2014 at 7:45 pm
You say the nicest things. Thank YOU so much. Can you see I’m blushing? No, of course you can’t but I AM.
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November 5, 2014 at 4:05 pm
Vivid imagery and a great story with a shivery ending.
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November 5, 2014 at 7:49 pm
Thank YOU, Cathy. I’m pleased you enjoyed this. ❤
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November 6, 2014 at 8:22 am
Oh-oh and Yikes! But fabulous. ❤
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November 6, 2014 at 10:35 am
Thanks so much, Teagan.
What are you doing here? I thought you were slaving over a hot keyboard, pounding out a NaNo.
You are good, to have time to skip around the blogosphere as well. 🐻
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November 7, 2014 at 10:50 am
Argh… and now this means i’m busted again. 😈
I feel good about what & how much i have so far. But need to get ahead of schedule, because next week i’ll be at work more. Hugs!
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November 7, 2014 at 11:58 am
Wonderful, you’re making good progress. Yes, staying ahead of the count help for those days that work against you called life. Go forth and burn up the keyboard. 🙂
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November 6, 2014 at 9:00 am
Fabulous, it’s true…
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November 6, 2014 at 10:38 am
Wow. Thank you. I’m tickled pink–soon will be bright red. ❤
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November 6, 2014 at 9:08 am
Always so good, Tess! ❤
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November 6, 2014 at 10:39 am
It takes some work but I enjoy writing as do most of us here. Thank you, Hope. ❤ ❤
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November 6, 2014 at 10:30 am
Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Usually we enjoy a weekly visit to China via How the Cookie Crumble but a mid week treat in the form of a Story in a Flash – if you go down to the woods today…. nice one.
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November 7, 2014 at 11:05 am
Well said. I am NOT going to any woods today. I think I’ll write all day.
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November 7, 2014 at 11:06 am
I think I was read Little Red Riding Hood too many times as a child. Have a lovely weekend.
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November 7, 2014 at 12:03 pm
😀 😀 😀
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November 7, 2014 at 12:03 pm
😀 😀 You two ladies do my heart good. The big bad wolf isn’t getting me either.
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November 6, 2014 at 12:03 pm
Then RRRRRRRRRR!
The alarm shrilled in her ear and she sighed as she rolled over and turned it off.
Saved by a new day…. and it was going to be just beautiful!!!
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November 6, 2014 at 2:45 pm
Oh no. That’s is too tame…and easy 😮
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November 6, 2014 at 2:04 pm
Loved this
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November 6, 2014 at 2:52 pm
Thank you. You’ve made my day. ❤
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November 6, 2014 at 10:52 pm
Ooo. A cross between Blueberries for Sal and Hansel and Gretl. For grownups.
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November 7, 2014 at 11:37 am
Ha Ha. That hadn’t occurred to me. Good one. 🙂
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November 6, 2014 at 11:08 pm
You paint a very explicit picture entwined with fairy tale like beginning and an ominous dangling at the end. Your usual cliffhanger style Tess! And enjoyed the increased length of the story. 🙂
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November 7, 2014 at 11:38 am
Thank you, Debby. This is a filler for the 100-word Challenge I participate in. 🙂
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November 7, 2014 at 1:11 am
Splendid, Tess. Perfection from the first word.
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November 7, 2014 at 11:42 am
You always say the nicest things, Sheri. Thank YOU. ❤
Does my heart good.
I'm amazed how well this flash has been endorsed. I wasn't all that sure about it. 💡
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November 7, 2014 at 7:23 am
Oh man!!!
Curioser and curiouser – brilliant story Tess!!
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November 7, 2014 at 11:49 am
Glad you like it, Ghia. Thank you for reading and commenting. Always nice to see you.
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November 7, 2014 at 9:11 am
Looks can deceive, wonderous from the first to the last. You are improving with every single story. I loved this one.
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November 7, 2014 at 11:51 am
Thank YOU, Val. I’m surprised how well received this one has been. I wasn’t sure when I post it. {grin}
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November 7, 2014 at 11:04 am
You are not–CANNOT–stop there, Tess. I know you like to leave us dangling, but this time you must write the next chapter.
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November 7, 2014 at 12:02 pm
No, it’s not a matter of like to keep you dangling. I’m no tease. 😀 😀 (Take that any way you want)
This is a filler for the 100-word Challenge. I have plans to continue the next time 100-word doesn’t happen. I want to know what happens next as well. ❤ ❤
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November 7, 2014 at 5:53 pm
Oops..Goldilocks and Hansel and Gretel rolled into one! Pity, seemed like such a nice little house!
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November 8, 2014 at 11:02 am
😀 😀 ❤
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November 7, 2014 at 7:21 pm
I’m so late in replying, but I didn’t delete your email as I do so love your stories. Yay for a longer one! Great imagery Tess, I can just see you writing and pausing and thinking of everything your imagination is bringing forth. Really loved the details in this and it wouldn’t be one of your classics if you didn’t have the twist at the end that leaves us hanging. Well done darling! 💜
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November 8, 2014 at 11:03 am
Thanks so much, Jen. Your encouragement warms my heart. ❤
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November 8, 2014 at 9:54 pm
Your blog is just wonderful! ❤
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November 9, 2014 at 2:01 pm
❤ ❤ Thank YOU, for your generous words. I'm overwhelmed with your kindness.
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November 9, 2014 at 10:37 pm
Lady, you can write! What a magical tale – and what a disturbing ending. I loved it! Very vivid – I could see and hear it all.
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November 9, 2014 at 11:36 pm
THANK YOU, Kate. I appreciate your feedback. Your support gives me a skip to my step. You have no idea how high. 😀 😀 ❤ Thank you.
I don't know what to say. Parts I liked, and parts I wasn't sure about, yet this story has been the best received so far. Not what I expected, but blown away at the same time.
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November 13, 2014 at 12:23 pm
OH my! That ending certainly was a surprise – watch out! I enjoyed the read 🙂
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November 13, 2014 at 5:14 pm
Thank YOU for reading and commenting. Glad you enjoyed the read. ❤
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November 13, 2014 at 10:33 pm
Tess, this is fun and imaginative. I’ll bet you enjoyed writing it.
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November 13, 2014 at 11:13 pm
I couldn’t stop giggling by the time “we” f.o.u.n.d. that unusual shack. 😀
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December 16, 2014 at 5:06 am
Lovely descriptions, the “magnetic energy”, the “fragrant scent of ferns”.
I think this might work better with a child. Surely an adult would tend to get out? And would an adult really be so impressed by a shack in the woods, however “fariy-tale” the appearance?
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December 16, 2014 at 8:34 am
You make a good point. I must revisit this one.
I had plans to add to it, but the idea didn’t quite pan out yet. There’s a sinister aspect in unfamiliar territory. No-one knows where’s she’s gone, although it’s no secret she’s gone berry picking.
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