Friday Fictioneers 9-14-12

Posted: September 14, 2012 in short stories, Uncategorized, writing
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It’s once more time for the weekly photo prompt exercise known as the Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Madison Woods and all of her generous photo contributors, a lucky group of us get the chance to read, or write our own 100 word stories based on the prompt. Mine is below the picture, the link to find the other stories or directions for adding your own are beneath my story.

Nihancan, (Nih-aw-thaw) or spider trickster to the Arapahos, appeared in one form and betrayed you in another, or how the white man earned the name of Trickster. Her Slavic family believed a spider seen after midnight was a dead loved one watching over you; she saw the web as a sign she needed to clean. Somewhere between sleep and consciousness, she felt the blanket slide over her shoulder as a gentle hand nestled it under her chin.

She awoke the next morn with the memory of someone tucking her in as the scent of her mother’s favorite perfume caressed her nose.




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Comments
  1. Interesting that you picked an Indian legend to start your story. Anansi the Spider came to mind before I wrote mine, too. I like how you said she saw a spider web as indicating cleaning was needed. 🙂 Lovely feel to the ending, feeling the motherly love and sleeping well because of it.

  2. boomiebol says:

    I love this, especially the ending. very nice

  3. raina says:

    oh how lovely, and sweet! I loved it!

  4. Very Sweet. Loved the lingering perfume. Thanks for commenting on mine.

  5. Trudy says:

    Wow, relatives visiting in spider form, I love that! I’m not horrified by small spiders or their webs: we’re currently doing up our house and spiders get in all the time, I’ll be looking at them a bit more closely now, though, trying to spot a family resemblance.

  6. oldentimes says:

    I liked using the spider as ‘trickster’. Very nicely done.

  7. dmmacilroy says:

    Trickster indeed. you wove a fine tale from perfume and sleepy memories. lovely.

    aloha,

    Doug

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