This is a piece of Flash Fiction for our church magazine, in response to the theme of Bells.
by John Yeo
The afternoon had been warm and sunny as Peter and Rosie happily wandered through the green fields and lanes that ran around the outside of the village bordering their Father’s farm. Peter dragged his younger sister along by her hand. At eleven years old, Peter was two years older than Rosie and he was expected to look after her whenever they went out together. There was no mistaking they were siblings, both of the children had a shock of black hair and unusual piercing blue eyes.
‘Don’t pull me so hard, please Pete, you are almost pulling my arm off.’
‘Sorry Rosie, but it’ll be getting dark soon and Mum wants us to be home.’
Suddenly as they got close to the woods, the evening sunlight reflected off a sea of blue and green that stretched deep into the woods.
‘Look Pete, beautiful Bluebells. Oh, please let’s pick a bunch to take home to Mum.’
At that moment two Magpies began chasing each other in the low overhanging branches on the nearby trees.
‘Two for Joy,’ shouted Rosie happily.
‘OK Rosie, good idea! They won’t be angry if we take them some flowers.’ Peter replied, he knew his sister would be upset if he said, No!
They soon began to pick armfuls of Bluebells to take home. Suddenly, there was a rustle at the far end of the glade as a Brown speckled Doe, dashed for cover. This made them both jump, as the sudden noise took them by surprise.
Peter nervously said, ‘C’mon Rosie, it’s time to go home now.’
‘OK, Pete’ replied Rosy.
The children soon reached the ramshackle collection of buildings that surrounded the cosy farmhouse. As they arrived, Trusty the farmhouse guard dog barked loudly, overjoyed to see them both. Their Mother appeared looking quite worried, her expression softened, immediately, when she saw the Bluebells.
‘Come in quickly, you two! Your Granddad is here and he has been waiting for you for ages.’
‘OK Mum,’ said Peter.
As soon as their Granddad saw the Bluebells he said,
‘Have you two heard the legend about Bluebells?’ he asked with a smile.
‘Well, some years there are White coloured Bluebells among the Blue ones like you have here. This means there is bound to be a White Christmas coming up and if you listen carefully sometimes these special Bluebells actually ring when they are tossed by the wind.’
‘Oh! Come on Grandpa. How can flowers make a noise?’
Granddad smiled as he said, ‘Ah! You have to listen carefully and believe, if you want to hear the music of the Snowbells.’
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