Flash Fiction: Brigit

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

The restaurant echoed with magic and the chants from joyful people. Souls, happy to mingle and be together. Light shone down via the stain-glassed sunroof. Flecks of pretty lights danced on her arms. The gods mocked her. Or at least he did. 

At the corner table, she waited. Body and mind numb. Beyond the tears. Time, a lost moment. It wasn’t too late to change her mind. But if she didn’t care for her happiness, how could she expect him to? Playing second fiddle never ended well. 

Brigit’s torch flickered in agreement on the wall. Be strong. 

She’d sing her goodbye song.

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Note:
Brigit (Brig / Brigid) is an Irish goddess of many things and later became a saint. Often flames are dedicated to her. More stories featuring gods in the 21st century can be found here.

42 comments

  1. She’s at a turning point. I like that she’s moved from being the subject of the gods’ mockery to having gained the approval of at least one. She certainly needs to hang onto that inner strength she’s discovered if she’s going to make it. Mythology is fascinating. I like how you’ve referenced it here.

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    1. She may change her mind. I think sometimes people hold their emotions and when they share, misunderstandings will be cleared or compromises made. Other times people should move on.

      Thanks M!

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