I went out to the hazel wood / Because a fire was in my head.
–from The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
Leather felt strange on my feet again after six months, mirroring the feeling of stepping on dry land again. Circling gulls seemed to laugh at me as I navigated through the busy streets.
I couldn’t wait to see Fiona. I’d loved her since forever. She understood my need for the sea, but on my last trip home wanted more – a child. Now committed to fulfilling her wish, I was excited to tell her.
Rushing into her cottage door, I saw my brother William seated in my chair at the table, Fiona standing beside him, her face shining. She looked up and into my eyes, and I knew.
Running to the one place on land that brought comfort, I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head. Only the soft voice of my mistress, calling me back, quenched it.
image: “Irish Sea,” by Jane Faires
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host for dVerse’ Prosery. Kim says:
As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. Write a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line.