I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!
Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…
So here it is!
Written on February 4th of 2016, here is the first fiction series I wrote for the The Cove. I must say that revisiting it was a bit emotional for me… So much has happened since then. I am really glad to give this story a second chance (only 3 people had read and liked it back then – and I remember being super excited about it at the time). I hope you’ll enjoy it (again), and I wish you’re safe and well, wherever you are…
One morning, I woke up and felt a weird urge to build something. I had no specific construction skills but it didn’t matter. My hands were just itching and there was nothing to be done about it.
I found a spot in the woods, planted a sign in the ground with my name on it and I was suddenly in business. I started building a glass house, slowly but surely. I am not an architect, nor a contractor, I didn’t have a plan or even a clear idea of what my house would look like once finished. I had a thought for those Ikea-like glass house kits, but figured I’d be prouder if I did this all by myself. It might not look as good at the end, but it’d be all me.
One day, as I was screwing a piece of glass on, a man walked by. He came from nowhere, walking down the track in the woods, and he stopped in front of my sign.
-Nice house you’re building there girl! I like it.
And he left… I knew there were hitch hikers around in the area, but I didn’t expect people to stop by and pay attention to my hammering just yet. It felt good, gave me a boost to keep working and I went back to my task.
As time went on, people would walk down my trail more and more often. Some would just pass by. Some would stop and watch me working for a while and then continue their hike. Some others would take the time to tell me they liked how things were turning up.
And every now and then, that man showed up again, spending more time on my porch, encouraging me to keep on working.
-My shack is not too far down the path… Near the river, you know? Feel free to drop by when you take a break!
And he left again. I put down my hammer for a minute… I had been so busy, I hadn’t given a thought about going for a walk myself yet. It sounded like a nice idea, and it would give me time to breathe and rest a bit.
I packed some water and a few snacks in my bag and left my glass house to hike in the woods…
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