Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the ninety-third piece in this series. This week’s is a 490-worder by Jane Risdon. This story will be podcasted in episode 30 (with three other stories) on Sunday 11th August.
Summer of Love
They swayed barefoot in time to the hypnotic music of Jefferson Airplane, multi-coloured kaftans flapping in the breeze, their hands high above their heads, eyes closed; the air thick with the sweet fragrance of weed. All around couples lay on the grass embracing, smoking or just chilling in the hot summer sunshine. Babies slept and small children ran about, giggling, naked, just as drunk as everyone else on the joy of love and life.
The Love-In had been almost spontaneous, a version of Haight Ashbury under the huge shadows of Stonehenge, they’d come from everywhere; by transit vans covered in psychedelic art, by converted Bedford coaches, by motor-bikes with sidecars and on foot. Somehow the word had spread and hundreds of Flower People were now mingling with bewildered Druids all waiting for that moment tomorrow morning; the summer solstice.
Smiling girls, the waft of musk heavy upon them, moved amongst them, handing out flowers and beads, eyes glassy, skin tanned and glowing with youth. Bare-chested, long-haired, bronzed and beautiful twenty-something Greek Gods moved in and out of the gathering, girls watching their every move hungrily, hoping to catch their attention and perhaps share some ‘Free Love,’ later. The air was thick with expectation, excitement and love.
Several groups had arrived earlier, setting up their gear near the silent stones under the keen gaze of near-naked young girls, their interest having little to do with music they would hear later. The same girls had been busy writing their lip-sticked messages over the group vans, invitations and declarations of undying love. The hopefuls were eyed with disinterest by the musicians, spliffs hanging from their lips as they went about their tasks. All were ripe for the picking, it didn’t matter which they ended up with; there were plenty to go round.
Scott McKenzie told them ‘to be sure to wear flowers in their hair,’ his vocals floating across the almost silent masses. Someone had managed to set up a PA earlier and a Phillips Record Player strained against the drone of a passing aeroplane, high above in the clear blue sky, sunshine bouncing off its wings. San Francisco was in their thoughts, their hearts, and the words of the John Phillips song was their anthem, soon voices lifted and joined in with the chorus. Couples embraced, their bodies moulding into one as they swayed gently.
Later, when the groups had finished playing night came, camp fires were lighted and a hush blanketed the faithful and the Hippies, anticipation filled the chilled air. Some slept but most sat chatting quietly, waiting. Soon it would be time.
They rose as one, Druids and Hippies as the sun rose and consumed the spaces with its light. Druids performed their rituals, watched in respectful silence until it was over. A huge roar rose. Dancing, singing, laughter was everywhere. The ‘Summer of Love,’ began again, music filled the fragrant air once more; all was peace and love.
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I asked Jane what prompted this piece and she said…
The Summer Solstice was the theme for my writing group competition this month with a limit of 500 words and it got me thinking about what this event used to mean to many of us who recall the nineteen sixties when we were ‘teenagers’, and full of all the joy, expectation and excitement of being part of a revolution; a revolution in fashion, attitudes, sex and music and against almost everything the ‘establishment,’ believed in.
I was not present at the first ‘Love In,’ in San Francisco at Haight Ashbury in nineteen sixty seven, but the ‘Flower People’ (Hippies) made a deep impression upon me and if I’d been able to go to a ‘Love In’, I think I’d have chosen Stonehenge and the Summer Solstice when the Druids await the dawn of the longest day; the magical stones, the link with the ancients and our long history and the sheer joy of an event with the force of ‘Flower Power’, everywhere. Just the music of the time transports me back when I hear it today, so I decided to write about a ‘Love In,’ at Stonehenge as my entry this month.
I do hope it brings back warm memories for those ‘of a certain age’, and for those who’ve never had the sheer joy of such an experience – do think about having your own ‘Summer of Love’ – feel the power of love for yourselves. You might change the world.
🙂 A great thought. Thank you, Jane.
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For the last thirty years Jane Risdon has worked in the International Music Industry as an Artiste Manager, Producer and Music Publisher with her husband who was a professional musician when they met in their teens.
Together they have discovered, mentored and guided the careers of Singers, Bands, Songwriters and Producers all over Europe, the USA and SE Asia as well as the UK, resulting in Chart hits, TV and Movie Soundtracks and numerous other successes, including launching the very first Industry Showcases at the London Hippodrome in the mid 1980’s.
She has lived and worked in Singapore, Taiwan, Germany, USA, as well as Europe and England – working with English, American, European and Chinese artists in all genres of music and in various languages including Mandarin and Cantonese.
Jane has been writing since childhood and has had articles published in the Music Press. Her main genre is Crime writing; mysteries and thrillers – usually with a twist in the tale. At the moment she is writing a crime story, ‘Ms Birdsong Investigates’, which features an ex-MI5 Officer and her new life in a rural Oxfordshire Village. This novel should be completed sometime in 2013.
In addition to this novel she has a series of stories which she describes as Character Based Gentle Humour, called ‘God’s Waiting Room,’ which she hopes will be completed by 2014.
Jane is also co-writing a novel with an award-winning author of over 28 books. It is a change of direction for Jane and as of February 2013 she has completed her parts of the book. Her co-author is completing her parts and then it is off to the agent, possibly mid 2013.
With numerous Short Stories and several Flash Fiction pieces under her belt she is a prolific writer who is yet to publish a book in her own right. However, she has had several short stories published for Charity during the last year including her story, ‘The Look,’ in ‘I am Woman Anthology Volume 1,’ in aid of Breakthrough, Women for Women and Women’s Aid and two stories, ‘The Debt Collector’ and ‘The Ghost in the Privy,’ published in the anthology, ‘Telling Tales,’ in aid of The Norfolk Hospice.
Jane also has written a chapter for a new book project, which features several authors all writing a chapter each, without any idea of what the other has written. She found this great fun and looks forward to reading the finished book. This project is on-going and until all writers have contributed it is unsure when it will be ready for release.
In addition to everything else going on in 2013, she is also writing a Short Story for inclusion in yet another anthology later in 2013. This will be a crime/mystery anthology in aid of a Charity, yet to be disclosed.
Jane has a blog which is gaining a large following and she writes about things that interest her, her love of photography – always photos to look at – and also anything else which takes her fancy. Many of these articles have humorous content. She is often invited by other authors to be the Guest Blogger on their Blogs.
Jane blogs at janerisdon.wordpress.com and she can be found on Facebook at facebook.com/JaneRisdon2.
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Thanks Morgen, appreciate this. I am posting to my blog so hope a few pop over and say hello once the links are available. Not much summer today, raining again. 🙂
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The Druids and the hippies make for a perfect pairing. Thanks Jane – you took me there. I imagine today it is still much like that during summer solstice right? 😀
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Lesley, I am so pleased you liked it and I managed to take you back there. I have never experienced the Solstice at Stonehenge but would love to. Actually I have never been to a ‘Love In’ either! But I never let fact stand in the way of fiction!! Thanks so much for reading this Lesley
I appreciate you stopping by…..:)
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You had me at Jefferson Airplane! What a vivid, wonderful description of the atmosphere, I can feel it, breathe it, taste it. I was born too late for Woodstock and I’m not a great Festival goer but through your story, I feel like I’m right there. Very timely, too, what with Glasto going on right now very near where your story is set (relatively speaking). Thank you ~ you brought a huge smile to my face. And now, I’m afraid, I’m going to have to burst into song… “Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair…” Rock on!
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Nicky, thanks for reading this and leaving your comment which is much appreciated. Glad you enjoyed it. It was a wonderful time to be a teenager though I have to say I never got to a Love In or anywhere near one. But I did have a weird and wonderful experience not far from Stonehenge in 1968 – with an Army Base, some Lady soldiers and a guy named Psychedelic Smith!! LOL xx
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Gorgeous…I can still feel first summer breeze caressing my shoulders…the smell of Free Love in the air…grass under my feet…and in my ears the echo of Hippies songs…This tale has the power to involve all senses…perfectly recreates solstice atmosphere…light rising at dawn…literally enchanting!! 🙂
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Elisa, how sweet of you to say such lovely things and I do hope that you enjoyed your visit back in time. Since I wrote this piece I have had lots of lovely comments and it is just great to reawaken the feelings back then and remind those who were there what it was like, and it has been great to get comments from those who weren’t there but get the feel and taste of a wonderful period in our shared history. Thanks so much for being here. Appreciated. 🙂
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Hi Jane, just back from a week away and opened this up. Wow! You writing invoked so many memories of those times. Glastonbury Festival is on this weekend and last Saturday we passed near to Worthy Farm on our way to South Devon and our holiday. It brought back memories of one Saturday evening in the late sixties when a group of us drove out that way for a drink. Arriving at this pub we found ourselves among people who were heading for the festival – it was more folk orientated then and there were loads of hippies and kaftan-wearing women (and men!). So interesting to chat to those stopping for a drink and find out where they had come from and what had drawn them to Michael Evas’s farm. The late sixties was indeed all about peace and love – the world has moved on sine then but the memories linger! Thank you for bringing them back!
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Jo I am so pleased you dropped in and read my story and so pleased it gave you some pleasure and happy memories. Yes, things were a bit more folk orientated back then, if you think of the music though, there was such a mix of genres and artists around. Now it is too confined to ‘what sells,’ whereas back then it was more ‘what will they like?’ and music was for fun and the serious stuff was indeed taken seriously. How wonderful to drop in for a drink and find those interesting people and to chat with them. My husband’s band played in the area in ’68 and the feeling was still there then. I’ve never been to Glastonbury and I’m not sure if I could be bothered now – too many festivals with my artists over the years sort of takes the shine off it from back-stage. But I enjoy seeing it on TV and love the whole vibe there seems to be still. Love and peace Jo and thanks so much for reading this, appreciated. 🙂
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Thank you, ladies – it’s great to see you all here – and of course to Jane for submitting this story.
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Happy to see them Morgen and for the chance to share my stories. I know several who would normally drop in are away on their holidays but I am sure they would drop in if they happen to see this. 🙂
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Morgen – So pleased you’ve included this story from Jane.
Jane – I love this story! So evocative of the era. And you’ve captured the ‘vibe’ beautifully. Oh, and the references to the different bands are spot-on (as I guessed they would b e 🙂 )
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Thank you, Margot. I was two-and-a-half at the end of the sixties but I feel like I was there. 🙂
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Two and a half! OMG! I feel ancient now. I was just a young teen. VERY young teen!!
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Margot, glad you enjoyed it….those were the days my friend we thought they’d never end….glad you got the vibe! Thanks for crashing here and chilling for a while. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Jane Risdon and commented:
Just thought that as it is the Summer Solstice I would post this again. It is a Flash Fiction piece I wrote in 2013 and is 490 words long. Hope you enjoy it.
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Enjoyed! I feel a lot calmer than I did before I read it and I was desperately trying to dislodge a spider from my leg :O
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Samantha, thanks so much for this. Made me laugh out loud… I hate spiders and you sounded very together about it. I would have been screaming loud enough to drown out Glastonbury! Glad you enjoyed it. Hope you are safe… and the creepy thingy has gone! 🙂
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I just send my dog after them – he eats anything that moves. 🙂
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