Hannah followed Helen past the kitchen through a breezeway that flanked the back of the house. She paused to gaze at the garden.
“I hope your green thumbs are up to the challenge dear!” Helen walked back to Hannah. “Breaks my heart to see it like this. You know, back when I was growing up, my grandmother raised climbing rose bushes over there,” she pointed at a weather worn teak arbor. “And my mum, when she had charge of the grounds, filled the raised beds with herbs and plants suitable for teas and tinctures. Our pantry’s rafters were full of drying plant bundles!
Hannah smiled as she imagined the life that once thrived in the weed tangled, overgrown mess. “I love herb gardens. We had one at Waverly, and a vegetable garden too. Every meal my mother prepared included something from the garden. And I remember too, when my sister and I couldn’t sleep, mother would take a bunch of lavender and crush the buds between her fingertips before fluffing our pillows.”
“Ah, your mother was a wise woman. I don’t have any plans for the garden, Hannah. Consider it your special project.” Helen motioned Hannah to the end of the hall.
“Well here you are.” Helen opened the door. “Make yourself at home. Tonight, a surprise! I’m cooking! Dinner is in an hour!”
Henry had retreated to his room after his rude outburst. Exhausted, he threw himself over the bed, soon tossing into fitful, restless sleep, haunted by a recurring nightmare. In it, he was a boy gazing at an elusive city that always glowed just past the horizon despite his attempts to reach it. Happiness resided there. And somehow he sensed his Alice was there too.
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This is the seventh installment of a series in response to Jane Dougherty’s Weekly Microfiction Challenge. This week’s prompt is the painting, “Far, far away Soria Moria Palace shimmered like Gold” by Theodor Kittelsen. It is based on a Norwegian fairy tale that you can read by clicking HERE.
Find previous installments HERE.





August 19th, 2016 at 10:49 pm
very addictive! I am hooked by the gardening part of the story besides of course the family tangles
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August 19th, 2016 at 11:00 pm
I am envisioning magical things for that garden! Stay tuned. 😊
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August 20th, 2016 at 8:39 am
I love the way you worked in the child in the painting. Great storytelling 🙂
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August 20th, 2016 at 8:40 am
Thank you. This one challenged me a bit. 🙂
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August 20th, 2016 at 9:42 am
It was a seamless transition. I’m hoping to find out more about Henry’s dreams.
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August 20th, 2016 at 11:47 am
I am thinking that too…to revisit this dream with twists as the story progresses.
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August 20th, 2016 at 12:12 pm
That city is symbolic of something…
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August 20th, 2016 at 9:27 am
Such a psychological thriller!
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August 20th, 2016 at 3:02 pm
Henry is a deep well to be sure!
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August 20th, 2016 at 3:16 pm
I believe I’ve mentioned if not compared the beauty and telling of your story to that of The Secret Garden (if not, my apologizes, I did mean to do so), also your words, telling, illustration, conveyance of emotions, living..reminds me so much of Mrs. Danielle Steel. I would not be surprised, but greatly happy and smiling to know such a worthy write has her work in hard-bound print. 😉
Truly, you should seek out a publication for this story..
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August 20th, 2016 at 4:12 pm
I’m not sure where to start! I have only just started writing fiction this past year on this blog. But I must admit I love it. Perhaps this “hobby” might be a way to see me through retirement one day! 😊
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August 20th, 2016 at 4:40 pm
Truly Kat, one never knows. And with your words, creativity -there’s so much in genre of Fiction..
Another great addition wouldn’t be such a bad thing. And your poetry too. I am learning from the experiences of others -the more You put yourself, your work/words out there, the better the result(s).
Maybe take a look at Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog. I’m a follower, hope to be one day a poet with whom I can share my poetry/Haiku with.
It maybe just my beliefs, but your words, poetry/poems, Haiku would certainly fall in the league of this other awesome, published poet. Take a look -only a suggestion of course and see if it’s for you.
Looking forward to more of your writing, whatever the category of Writing they may fall under. 😉
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August 20th, 2016 at 4:52 pm
Thank you for the information Dorna. I will definitely take a look!
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August 20th, 2016 at 1:45 pm
I love storytelling! especially this one!
https://rashidheniablog.wordpress.com/
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August 20th, 2016 at 3:23 pm
Aw, he misses Alice still. I like the image you create in his dream of him seeing the city, but never reaching it and his Alice. Sad but perhaps, a sign he needs to move on and reach for what he can grasp.
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August 20th, 2016 at 4:14 pm
I like this thought. ❤️
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August 23rd, 2016 at 12:22 am
I also can’t wait to see what happens with the garden! And that little twist at the end with Henry, who knows… right?
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August 23rd, 2016 at 6:08 am
Yep! Lots of potential here! 😊
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August 25th, 2016 at 3:57 am
[…] Seasoning – Part 7 | like mercury colliding… […]
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August 25th, 2016 at 6:21 am
I LOVE this series.
You worked in the painting prompt perfectly, too. 🙂
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August 25th, 2016 at 6:28 am
Thanks Merril! Some of those prompts have been a challenge, but the story must go on! 😉
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August 25th, 2016 at 6:33 am
Yes, indeed. I’m not just saying it, I really do love this series.
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August 25th, 2016 at 8:38 am
Thanks Merril! To be continued…:)
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August 25th, 2016 at 6:43 am
I’m another eagerly awaiting the next installment. And putting the image in as a dream is perfect! adding even more intrigue. And possibilities.
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August 25th, 2016 at 8:39 am
Thank you! I am excited myself about the possibilities opening up! 🙂
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