This flash fiction was written for Carrot Ranch. Many thanks, Charli!
Despite Ranger nipping my heels, I followed the butterfly until it fluttered onto something putrid and not for the first time marveled how a beautiful creature feeds upon death.
The net result of my ill-advised venture was that I was lost.
The breeze kicked wood smoke toward me, so I followed a deer trail toward the smoke and an old piecemeal cabin.
A twangy voice asked, “You lost?”
“Road’s that way.”
“Do you have water?”
The gnarled woman pointed toward a well.
I raised the bucket. Nothing I imagined could prepare me for the cold sweet ambrosia.
9 thoughts on “Ambrosia, a Flash Fiction”
Yep, we forget how good water is. Nice job.
Thank you, Maggie!
You made me taste! A wonderful story, too of wandering, following butterflies and getting lost.
Thank you, Charli! 🙂
What a lovely conclusion. I was fearful at first.
Thank you, Norah! 🙂
Really beautiful flash – enjoyed the contrast of thirst and the slaking of that thirst.
Thank you so much! 🙂