From The Blue

by uselessness

In a sinkhole surrounded by forest, covered in cobwebs and ivy and all manner of weedy underbrush, lay a secret.

It was Gabe who discovered it one spring morning. The dew was still sparkling from the midnight rainfall; the secret chose that day to be found.

Poor Gabe was in no mood for discovering secrets. In fact he was quite cross (and rather miserable) at that moment, for he had just been informed that his parents would soon be divorcing, and he loved them very much.

Perhaps the boy shouldn’t have run into the woods in such a hurry. The moment his new stockings caught in a thistle, he nearly turned back for his shoes. Alas, he had tearfully slammed the gate when he ran from his mother and father—he couldn’t well bring himself sulking back home again now. And so it was that Gabe happened upon this altogether remarkable secret, and was so busy worrying about the holes in his socks that he very nearly missed it.

A rocket lay in Reedy Forest.

Gabe wiped the tears from his cheeks; this was most curious.

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5

  1. From The Blue

    emma jo_234's Buddy Icon emma jo_234

    Posted 12 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    i liked it. it’s intriguing.

    oh and p.s. your profile cracked me up

  2. From The Blue

    horrorfan13's Buddy Icon horrorfan13

    Posted 12 months ago

    3.0 out of 5 stars

    I like this. Sort of like a fairy tale, but with a modern twist.

  3. From The Blue

    Blossom Ruoqen's Buddy Icon Blossom Ruoqen

    Posted 11 months ago

    3.0 out of 5 stars

    why was he wearing….stockings..?
    tee hee (not at your ficlet. at myself for being asinine)

    I like how you start your stories with an attention capturing sentence, or two.
    It coerces me to read the whole thing,
    which is good :D

  4. From The Blue

    uselessness' Buddy Icon uselessness

    Posted 11 months ago

    Because he’s British, and stockings is British for socks, silly. Not stockings as in pantyhose, but stockings as in the things you hang by the fireplace at Christmas. :-)

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