The *tiniest* of #Fridayflash…
La Rivière Ste-Anne à Beaupré, Yvette Boulanger, 2011
When the breeze warmed up spring, my toes wiggled in the river.
Came the stuffy days of summer, its waters cooled me.
Fall rains pummeled on my head until I drowned, staring at the sky.
As the first frost of winter traps my soul, nobody will ever find my body.
Anne Michaud 
October 6th, 2011 at 9:33 am
Thats quite haunting Anne. Thank you for the imagery that the few words gave me. Chilling and yet sensitive.
October 6th, 2011 at 10:48 am
I love to haunt you, Gareth 🙂
October 6th, 2011 at 2:45 pm
Very dark, Anne! Loved it!
October 6th, 2011 at 3:08 pm
Danke, Gothsis:)
October 6th, 2011 at 3:33 pm
Aw…they’ll find you when it thaws. 😉 Nice use of the seasons.
October 6th, 2011 at 3:54 pm
Thanks, Danni:)
October 6th, 2011 at 4:20 pm
Nice little bit o’ wordage there. Me likey.
October 6th, 2011 at 7:14 pm
Thank you, Ren. Much appreciated:)
October 6th, 2011 at 4:32 pm
Poetically haunting. I found it inspiring.
October 6th, 2011 at 7:15 pm
To inspire you makes my day, dear:)
October 6th, 2011 at 4:44 pm
I don’t find it dark at all. It’s honest, true.
October 6th, 2011 at 7:15 pm
Really? There is a little darkness in there, just a bit…
October 6th, 2011 at 6:17 pm
Lovely. The picture is perfect for this piece.
October 6th, 2011 at 7:16 pm
Thanks, she’s my antique hunting aunt!!
October 6th, 2011 at 6:40 pm
Lovely use of the changing sesons Anne – beautifully writter and I agree with Danni they’ll find you when it thaws ^__^
October 6th, 2011 at 7:16 pm
Aw, thanks Helen:) Let’s hope so!!
October 6th, 2011 at 6:54 pm
I love really short flash with a message and this one had a visual for each season then a creepy winter. So you! So good! 🙂
October 6th, 2011 at 7:17 pm
Yes, creepy and cold does represent me well. Thanks, Patsy:)
October 6th, 2011 at 8:12 pm
Reads like poetry… then ends like a thriller. You have a lovely convoluted mind Ms, Michaud. 😉
October 7th, 2011 at 7:41 am
Thank you, sir. Not all things in my mind are lovely, though…yikes…
October 6th, 2011 at 9:04 pm
Beautiful use of the seasons and the river!
October 7th, 2011 at 7:42 am
Thanks so much, Sonia. I find that rivers are always first to show the change of seasons.
October 6th, 2011 at 9:22 pm
Beautiful prose.
October 7th, 2011 at 7:42 am
Thanks so much:)
October 6th, 2011 at 9:29 pm
Eerie and evocative. Just beautiful. I wonder, was the painting the inspiration or did you choose it to fit the words?
October 7th, 2011 at 7:43 am
It’s the title that inspired me, and the painting is from my aunt:)
October 7th, 2011 at 2:53 am
Truly a flash for all seasons. What a chilling end.
October 7th, 2011 at 7:43 am
Thanks, Tim. It is chilling!!
October 7th, 2011 at 6:42 am
Especially loved: “As the first frost of winter traps my soul”
Wonderful imagery throughout.
:0)
October 7th, 2011 at 7:44 am
Thank you very much, that one had been in my mind for quite a while.
October 7th, 2011 at 9:23 am
Dark and beautiful…hmm, just like you 😉
Really loved it!
October 7th, 2011 at 9:25 am
Aw, thanks, Krista:)
October 7th, 2011 at 10:14 am
It can be such a challenge to tell a story in a small number of words, without it slipping into becoming poetry. I really like this piece, each line seemed to sum up the feeling of the season in question. Optimism, contentment, depression and despair.
Have you ever had a look at http://fiftywordstories.com/ I’ve written a few. The strict 50 word limit really forces you to analyse every word you use.
October 7th, 2011 at 10:33 am
Thanks Chrissey, I’ll have a look!
October 7th, 2011 at 4:36 pm
Chrissey said what I was feeling about this. This image also came to mind — it’s one of my favorites. http://alexiuss.deviantart.com/art/Seasonscape-69489448 Pretty just like this flash!
October 7th, 2011 at 6:15 pm
OMRS Jenny, totally fits the story!!!
October 7th, 2011 at 8:37 pm
I wondered if this was the story of a lost corpse, or if it wasn’t just the story of a body of water.
October 8th, 2011 at 8:13 am
Both, John:)
October 7th, 2011 at 9:26 pm
That was haunting and tragically beautiful.
October 8th, 2011 at 8:13 am
Thanks, Julie!!
October 7th, 2011 at 10:08 pm
lol, i will dig for you! I will find you! 🙂
October 8th, 2011 at 8:14 am
Aw, thanks Tams for not letting me get all blown up and blue.
October 8th, 2011 at 9:42 am
Small is very very beautiful. Love the way you incorporated the seasons in this story. Haunting.
October 8th, 2011 at 9:50 am
Thank you very much, Virginia:)
October 8th, 2011 at 9:58 am
Loved this. You made me imagine the story! Elegantly done,
October 8th, 2011 at 10:00 am
Thank you, Mr Newman:)
October 8th, 2011 at 11:17 am
Beautiful and chilling.
October 8th, 2011 at 11:39 am
Thanks, two of my favorite words:)
October 9th, 2011 at 11:14 am
Beautiful and profound little flash! Found you via the Coffin Hop — can’t wait for it to kick off!
J.C.
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October 9th, 2011 at 11:21 am
Can’t wait either:)
October 9th, 2011 at 1:17 pm
Eloquent and lovely. That is all. 🙂
October 9th, 2011 at 2:05 pm
Just like you, Anita!!
October 9th, 2011 at 1:33 pm
Great imagery. Although I imagined a tree in the river.
October 9th, 2011 at 2:06 pm
Oh no, it’s a girl who’s very much dead 🙂
October 10th, 2011 at 8:19 am
Great imagery from such a small piece – not easy to do!
Spooky too, well done
November 8th, 2011 at 7:57 pm
Whoa, I love the punch at the end, and the imagery! The second sentence/paragraph bugs me, though; it’s a little too Yoda for me. Then again, I am anal.
Honestly, I always wondered what it would feel like to be dead and have no one find your body; there are always so many unsolved missing persons cases. I think this flash piece captures that feeling exactly.
November 9th, 2011 at 4:10 pm
Thanks, I think…