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Flash Flood



The visits never lasted long; a few days at most. She’d sweep back into town with a flurry of excitement and kaleidoscope colours.

“Look! I found it at a market in India!”

Ivory elephants, carved whistles, turquoise beads pressed into my hands. Ready to stand beside the box of discoloured letters I still keep beneath my bed. Her black inked spider scrawl saturated the pages in brighter hues than her voice ever managed to.

The visits never lasted long; a few days at most. Sometimes I wished to be caught up in her hurricane of silks and bangles. Sped away to countries where my tongue twisted and grasped for syllables to names I could not repeat. I sometimes wished that her world was my world and the paint strokes on both canvases were the same.

This was what I sometimes wished for, but always I wished for her to stay a little while longer and see what may have been more mundane, but what was most certainly mine.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers here on Writing and Works.


  1. A sad story under all the noise and colour. Somehow I saw the visitor as being the narrator’s mother.

  2. Great bit of pathos (I think that’s the word). I’m sure a lot of us have people we want to share our mundane lives. Quite a thought provoking piece. Makes me want to examine who I am.

  3. Ah, but that doesn’t ever happen. Those people – the silk scarves and bangles people, smelling of sandlewood and incense – they live for themselves and the impression they make. They are afraid of the mundane. They are afraid to stop. They are afraid stopping in the mundane would make them mundane. They bedazzle us, the ones who live here, but I’m not sure they are enviable. And at the end, when even their hurricane spins out, are they content? I wonder.

    Thank you for this Carol.

  4. This captures nicely the essence of the quicksilver visitor to someone else’s world, and the way in which the visit can sometimes be all about the visitor and not about the one visited. I haven’t put this very well, but I can remember several such encounters with people who lived lives more exciting than mine.

  5. Great descriptions. Makes me want to go to India too. 🙂
    I am sometimes envious of that type of person who travels all over the world and comes back with fantastic stories and pictures. But then again, my life might seem exotic to some people, so I guess it’s all relative.

    • I have always wanted to visit Egypt but I would have loved to have done it in the 1940s when there were so many great discoveries being made.

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