Sarah's New Room (flash fiction)

Sarah used to have solar flowers on the bureau by the window.  They were given out at Jesse’s party.  Mike hadn’t wanted hers, so Sarah had two.  They were purple and yellow with green pots, and they danced, powered by the sunlight.  They were silly little things, but Sarah loved watching them wiggle. They felt like company. 

For now, they were packed away with her stuffed platypus collection and the candles she never lit.  One of them has a guaranteed seven treasures waiting to be melted out of the wax.  Sarah is afraid of matches and of flames, so she plans on digging out the treasures one day, just as soon as she is willing to part with the caramel colored candle.
 
She is sitting on her new bed looking at the empty room.  The bureau, the walls, the closets – all empty.  Nothing looks like her.  Nothing feels like home. It smells of paint and carpet, and the heater starting up.
 
Dorothy, Sarah’s mom, gave Sarah’s single bed to Aunt Jennifer. Cousin Jeffrey is going to use it now, because he is about to become a big boy. She bought this queen-sized one for Sarah, and it was given with a promise of sleepovers.
 
Jesse, Mike, and Roberta, had said they would visit.  Mike even promised to bring Joe with her. Sarah thought she would miss that cat most of all.  She and Joe had a special understanding. 
 
They all promised that they would still be friends, even though Sarah now lived in an apartment in Westville.  It was only forty minutes away from her old neighborhood, but it felt like it could have been on the moon.  She didn’t even know if there was enough light from her new bedroom window to make the flowers dance.

7 comments

  • harry

    harry maine

    ahh, the woods; where serenity and grace meet to bring about a beauty we sometimes manage to destroy to get what we think we want. ahh, the woods; that scary place where the hidden becomes real, the safe enclosures are unfamiliar dugouts at best... yet it's beautiful reality; meditative and mystical. ahh, the woods; i don't know, but i relish. i felt a surge of sadness and fear when you told me of the changes you are suddenly faced with; like going outside to watch it snow, getting cold, turning around and the doors locked...and the key is on the other side of the door. oy! i am here to walk along with you if a companion you need; an ear to listen, a safe place.

    ahh, the woods; where serenity and grace meet to bring about a beauty we sometimes manage to destroy to get what we think we want. ahh, the woods; that scary place where the hidden becomes real, the safe enclosures are unfamiliar dugouts at best... yet it's beautiful reality; meditative and mystical. ahh, the woods; i don't know, but i relish.
    i felt a surge of sadness and fear when you told me of the changes you are suddenly faced with; like going outside to watch it snow, getting cold, turning around and the doors locked...and the key is on the other side of the door. oy! i am here to walk along with you if a companion you need; an ear to listen, a safe place.

  • harry

    harry lost in space

    i hear the fear of the unknown in both writings this week. i envy your writing about it, intentional or subconscious, it matters not. the uncertainty innocence of not even knowing if the flowers would dance. moving on is so hard, like letting go of the tree rope hoping i land on solid ground. i love the way you write; the story you tell; the message you offer... thanks

    i hear the fear of the unknown in both writings this week. i envy your writing about it, intentional or subconscious, it matters not. the uncertainty innocence of not even knowing if the flowers would dance. moving on is so hard, like letting go of the tree rope hoping i land on solid ground. i love the way you write; the story you tell; the message you offer... thanks

  • Denise

    Denise

    Thanks Harry. The unknown is exciting too. It is like a blank page with colored pencils in my hand. It is a fresh start, a gift. Thanks for your kind words, and for reading along.

    Thanks Harry. The unknown is exciting too. It is like a blank page with colored pencils in my hand. It is a fresh start, a gift. Thanks for your kind words, and for reading along.

  • stan stewart (aka @muz4now)

    stan stewart (aka @muz4now) http://muz4now.com/

    Denise, This is beautiful flash fiction. I'm drawn to it anyway: from "stories in 140" on Twitter to mini-books. Yours is well-crafted, heart-felt and makes great use of the familiar to offer hints of interior life. For me, this post felt like a lovely gift as I read while drinking my morning coffee. Thank you. Playful blessings, Stan

    Denise,

    This is beautiful flash fiction. I'm drawn to it anyway: from "stories in 140" on Twitter to mini-books. Yours is well-crafted, heart-felt and makes great use of the familiar to offer hints of interior life.

    For me, this post felt like a lovely gift as I read while drinking my morning coffee. Thank you.

    Playful blessings,
    Stan

  • Denise

    Denise

    Thanks Stan. I love that you enjoyed Sarah's New Room with your morning coffee. These pieces are like personal friends to me, and it love when they meet new people who enjoy their company. Playful blessings right back...

    Thanks Stan. I love that you enjoyed Sarah's New Room with your morning coffee. These pieces are like personal friends to me, and it love when they meet new people who enjoy their company. Playful blessings right back...

  • Debbie

    Debbie

    I admire the way you describe yourself as a "work in progress," and that you are choosing to see the loss of your job as an "unintended gift." I can't wait to see where your path takes you next. The image that stays with me from your flash fiction is the caramel colored candle with the treasures contained inside. That Sarah would have to destroy the candle to get to the treasure is an interesting notion. I wish you well on the next part of your journey, and am looking forward to your next post.

    I admire the way you describe yourself as a "work in progress," and that you are choosing to see the loss of your job as an "unintended gift." I can't wait to see where your path takes you next.

    The image that stays with me from your flash fiction is the caramel colored candle with the treasures contained inside. That Sarah would have to destroy the candle to get to the treasure is an interesting notion.

    I wish you well on the next part of your journey, and am looking forward to your next post.

  • Denise

    Denise

    Thanks Debbie! I had a candle like that once, although I did burn it. I think it is a metaphor for life. Often we have to lose something to gain something better. Sometimes we don't know if it is better and have to make a blind choice. The idea interests me... Thank you for your well wishes and especially for reading along. Much appreciated.

    Thanks Debbie! I had a candle like that once, although I did burn it. I think it is a metaphor for life. Often we have to lose something to gain something better. Sometimes we don't know if it is better and have to make a blind choice. The idea interests me... Thank you for your well wishes and especially for reading along. Much appreciated.

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