Flash Fic Day 3: A pottery painter, a barn, a strange message.
Prompt: A pottery painter, a barn, a strange message.
Photo by Stéphane Juban on Unsplash
The carpenter had remodelled the barn a few years ago to make
good use of it as a workspace. In the winter, the barn would house critters
living in the area. Food and warmth were readily available- just your average bed
and breakfast for animals. The carpenter would occasionally take her hobby of
pottery painting to the barn to protect the carpeted floors in her home. Her
neighbour and friend worked with clay to produce simple, yet elegant household
items that would be sold at town fairs each year. Pottery painting brought joy
and quietude to the carpenter, and while she tried doing it for free, her
friend insisted on giving her a small share of the already meagre profits she
made from sales. At the moment, the carpenter headed towards the barn in the
chilly night air, supplies in hand and bundled up to ward off the cold. She had
started the fire earlier and the warmth welcomed her as she stepped inside. A
gush of wind howled as she shut the door behind her. She heard skittering in
the beams in the ceiling and noticed a few shadows in the corners. The
carpenter enjoyed making little spaces for the squirrels and birds living in
the trees by her house; some birdfeeders and tiny houses hung in the trees, and
some boxes acted as hiding spots in the barn. She settled down at the
workstation by the fire to paint a couple of jugs she had received earlier this
week. As she started taking the supplies out of her satchel, some rustling
behind her alerted her to someone- or something- moving by her chair. She
didn’t think much of it, being used to the critters running around the barn,
but when she turned around and looked down, all she saw was a piece of parchment
under a chair leg. She picked it up gingerly and peered at the smudged childlike
handwriting. She could barely make out what was written, but it looked
something like, “Bring pine nut.” She frowned at the odd message, then tossed
it back onto the floor, thinking perhaps the wind had blown the note inside somehow.
She turned back around, and in a flurry of movement, a squirrel jumped onto her
lap and then on the table, holding the piece of paper in its teeth. Dazed, the
carpenter held out a hand, into which the squirrel deposited the note before
scampering into a dark corner of the barn. She mentally added pine nuts to her
grocery list.
Brilliant... 😍
ReplyDeleteThank you ♡
DeleteOnce again super atmospheric! You are so good at setting a scene.
ReplyDeleteThank you!! I try my best!
DeleteLove this! I want to know more...
ReplyDeleteLet's just say the barn becomes quite the zoo!
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