There are moments caught between heartbeats, between light and shadow, time and space, in the swing of the pendulum, tick and tock, that leave us breathless. Lightning strikes during those moments, illuminating the darkness of a city street, an ocean, a field or, in my case, the garden in the middle of the night.
A tympanic roll of thunder woke me. Still swimming in a muddy dream, I pushed back the duvet and stood by the window, holding apart two slats of the blind with my fingers. There was no rain. The thunder growled in the distance, its tail between its legs. All was dark.
And then, for a moment, I was blinded by a white-hot sheet of lightning that lit up the sky like a photographer’s flash and, in its light, caught an owl mid-flight, a mouse or shrew dangling from its beak.
Kim M. Russell, 17th February 2020
My piece of flash fiction for dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Between Heartbeats
I’m hosting this month’s Prosery over at the dVerse Poets pub, where we are writing flash fiction that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, and a limit of 144 words – or 144 exactly.
The special thing about Prosery is that we are given a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in the flash fiction, within the 144-word limit. My choice is a line from a poem by Louis MacNeice, entitled ‘Coda’: ‘There are moments caught between heart-beats’.
A flash of light, a flash of predator – nicely done, Kim, such an original response to the prompt.
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Cheers Sarah!
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This is such a wonderful vignette… you have captured the mood so very well, the weather and that owl caught in the flash.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Oh Kim…fabulous use of the line. And I am right there with you peering between the slats of the blinds. And I love how you personify or make the thunder seem like an animal. Well done!
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Thank you, Lill!
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Fabulous Kim! Your words evoke an air of mystery.
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So many lovely details here! I adore “still swimming in a muddy dream” and the thunder growling in the distance, its tail between its legs is so evocative. A pleasure to read!
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Thank you so much, Victoria!
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Enjoyed that. So atmospheric.
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Thank you kindly, Anthony.
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poetically insightful, love those moments of synchronicity 🙂
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Thank you, Kate!
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You had me at the growling thunder with its tail tucked between its legs. By leading off with the prompt line, it was masterful how many moments presented themselves. You are excellent with flash fiction. The owl flashing in flight is burned into my memory now.
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Thanks so much, Glenn. I think Storm Dennis has frightened out owls away for the time being. The pheasants have stuck around, though.
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Lovely language–and a magical moment.
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thunder can make my heart stop, Kim I thnk you just captured a moment between my heartbeats reading your gorgeous prosery, I was even there at the tip of your fingers opening the slats.
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I’m so glad you were there with me, Gina!
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Interesting juxtaposition at beginning and end
Happy you dropped by to read mine Kim
Much❤love
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Thank you, Gillena! 🙂
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Love this. Love the way you ended it. You could pick it right up, and keep it going. Nice
Pat
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Thank you, Pat! Haven’t seen you around for a while, welcome back!
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Good to be back, thanks
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I love the description of the thunder and lightning, and the owl that got in the picture! Fabulous!
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Thank you so much, Mary!
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The flash with the owl and mouse really make the story!
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Thanks Dwight!
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Beautiful description!
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Thank you, Donna!
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I like the way you built tension. What a precious sighting. I was expecting something very scary and am happily disappointed.
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I was tempted to write a mini horror story, but my inner owl took over! 🙂
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🙂
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Catching a glimpse of the world of the night is very special. It can only happen in the blink of an eye.
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Blinking in the wee hours can go either way.
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Exactly. Just because you don’t see the owl in the dark doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Having seen a family of deer by the pond on every evening walk for ages we stopped seeing them a couple of weeks ago and assumed they’d been tidied up by some civic-minded individual. Went out a couple of hours earlier yesterday and met them just outside the door.
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I do like that interplay of dark and light, the interplay of so much in our lives as we wrestle with our inner selves, and the shock of revelation, the owl suddenly. So many owls if one waits and looks.
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Thank you, Paul.
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Pleasure
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Fantastic, especially that illuminated owl with a mouse in her beak.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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