Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the sixty-fifth piece in this series. This week’s is a 572-worder by multi-genre author Dr Margaret Aranda.
Glistening in the Moonlight
Sheriff John was a Sheriff. He wore a shiny badge and shiny boots, and wore a brown cowboy hat with a Sherrifs golden buckle that covered up all his hair. I never saw his hair.
Every week on television in Los Angeles, California, he would sing, “Put another candle on my birthday cake”, as a yummy carousel cake spun around and the camera went in for a close up. There were lions and tigers and bears on the carousel. Roar! They spun around and around, as if dancing in their own world, oblivious to the rest of us. They were only focused on going up and down, down and up, chasing one another around and around. They were simply Royal. Majestic.
I was six. I closed my eyes really, really tight and I thought that if I closed them hard enough and “thought” extra hard, I could turn into one of these gorgeous animals. And so I did it.
I closed my eyes and I blinked just like that Genie in TV that has a cute little home in a bottle with red draperies and black bedsheets, golden tassles all about. I closed my brown eyes and I thought so hard that I expected to open my eyes and literally be in the body of a great lion. My eyes crinkled. At first, I could feel nothing. After a time, I could definitely feel my tail growing, and I thought. “It must be almost time to open my eyes.”
I scrunched my eyes more now, as I wanted to make sure that nothing would be missing. I wanted to be sure as ever that my teeth would be long and sharp, and that my claws would glisten in the moonlight. “There has to be nothing better than glistening in the moonlight,” I thought, momentarily forgetting that I was still a girl. My mouth cracked a gentle smile as again, my tail was starting to come out. I waited for it to grow fully, still crunching my eyes tightly.
Now I thought I was ready to open my eyes now, without getting it wrong. Certainly I was on the right track. Ever so painfully slowly, I opened my eyes. At first, they ached from squinting so hard in my fervent prayer. I saw the light of day as they opened, and there he was again! I glared closer, disbelief covering my entire body. Sheriff John was reading from a piece of paper.
“Wait!”, I thought, “I’m not supposed to know what a piece of paper is!” My eyes began to blur as the first tears started forming. “I must not be a lion!” He wouldn’t stop to care about my plight. “Linda, Joanne, Sarah, Tom, Edward, and Brian! Wishing you all a Happy Birthday!” said Sheriff John, happy as could be.
I was disappointed, hurt, and well, I was sad. I was shocked. “How come it didn’t work?” “I can’t believe it didn’t work!” I was already six years old, the smartest one in my class, and I got Gold Stars on my tests! What did I do wrong?
I sunk in the living room sofa. I cried big tears of reality and disappointment. And I learned, as we all do, that I couldn’t just change into a lion whenever I wanted to.
I kept it to myself until just now. I’m only telling you because I know you won’t tell anyone else.
I asked Margaret what prompted this piece and she said…
I entered a Blog Challenge about every age from 1-25 for the month of May. This has a lot of hits and several Google+ Shares, so I thought you might like it.
I did very much. Thank you, Margaret.
Dr. Margaret Aranda and her daughter were in a car accident in 2006. She was unable to walk or talk for several years, was bedridden for six years, and lived on an iv for three years. She is a Stanford-trained doctor in Anesthesiology, Critical Care, and is American Board Certified in both. She is trained in Age Management Medicine by Cenegenics Medical Institute, and spends her time keeping patients well in Preventive Medicine, writing, blogging, touching bases with 7,000 FB Friends, and petting her two dogs. Her first book, No More Tears: A Physician Turned Patient Inspires Recovery, is by Tate Publishing and comes out in December, 2012. Additional works include Stepping from the Edge, Little Missy Two-Shoes Likes a Ladybug, and her WIP is From Menarche through Menopause: A Journey through Time. She is tucked away in a horse community in Los Angeles, CA.
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