Fantasy Literary Fiction flash fiction

The Garden

By Renee Carter Hall
Apr 18, 2019 · 390 words · 2 minutes

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From the author: A small seed of a story about hope and persistence.

"What're you doing?"

 "Making a garden."

 "You're gonna get in trouble, digging up the yard."

 "Mom said I could."

 "What're you planting, anyway?"


 "Stupid.  That's just birdseed."

 "Go away!  You're messing it up."


She carries the heavy watering can with both hands, careful not to spill.  She gives them a drink and whispers nice things to them, telling them how warm the sun is, how blue the sky is, how everything is waiting for them to grow.  Every morning, she runs outside first thing, bare feet and pajamas in dew-slick grass. Every morning, the same stark patch of earth.


 "Watering your dirt again?"

 "It's not dirt."

 "I told you it wasn't gonna grow."

 "They will too.  Just wait. Any day now."



So many days pass. Excitement gives way to stubborn habit. She bites her lip and fills the watering can again.


"You can play my new game if you want."

"Don't want your game."

"Come on. It's boring out here. The seeds were probably old anyway. Hey--let's dig it up and see what it looks like. Maybe there's worms."


"Cut it out! I was just kidding. Jeez."


The next morning, she does not run. She closes the screen door quietly behind her, slowly, putting it off a few moments longer, letting hope whisper maybe, maybe.

The soil stirs and shudders.  She watches, chewing on one knuckle, eyes wide.

A flash of red--a scattering of dirt--a flap of new wings.  The cardinal cocks its head, looks around a moment, and flies up to perch on the watering can.

Another, and another, and a dozen, and more: blue jays, sparrows, purple martins, goldfinches, bursting out in soft puffs of earth. A row of indigo buntings turns the clothesline into a sapphire necklace. The air bubbles with birdsong, each note clear as water, silver-bright.

She laughs and claps her hands, and at once they take flight, not startled but as if waiting for her command.  For a moment, she stands within a swirling rainbow before they all break away toward the sky, leaving her staring into a blue so pure it makes her eyes ache, so wide it makes her feel tiny and huge at once. Her heart has broken into a hundred feathered pieces, but each one soars now, higher than she can see.

This story originally appeared in the author's collection Six Impossible Things, available free at all ebook retailers.

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