Selling the Farm

tractor and wagon

Contemporary Microfiction

Note: There is a scene in this story which some would consider scary. Please do not read it if you think it might disturb you.

It was over now, tomorrow was the big day. All of the machinery, the land, the house, everything would be up for sale. He was crushed. Farming was all that he knew. Tom and Sara Jackson had spent what seemed like an eternity talking about it, praying about it, and crying, sometimes all in the same conversation. They were also one of the few African American families still farming in Iowa. There was no other choice, they simply could not compete with the huge corporations that owned most of the farmland now, especially the biggest, Conglomerate Industries. They hired people to farm their huge tracts of land (the smallest farm was 2,500 acres) and they drove down the price of the crops, due to the huge quantity they produced.

They used robotics mostly. Farming for them was almost entirely automated. The jobs they offered came at a terrible price. They used a lot of chemical fertilizers, and pesticides, and now everyone was concerned about their drinking water.

Tom lay awake, weeping silently, as he looked up at the ceiling. It was midnight now. His wife lay next to him, snoring softly. It was not easy on her either. Would their daughter, Melissa, be able to go to college? It depended on the prices they received tomorrow. He also wondered if he would have that strange dream again. He wasn’t surprised he had been having the dream, night after night. After all, he had been depressed for weeks. light and dark

As he drifted off, he came to that familiar place of shadows, and foreboding. In the dream, it was night and he was out by the barn. There was a single light coming from the barn, and the figure was just out of sight, in the dark waiting for him. The thing was a horrible creature, he could smell it before he saw it. It smelled of death and rotting flesh. It came partially out of the shadows, and pulled it’s sword from the sheath. He couldn’t see the sword at first, but he heard the sound of the blade scraping, as it was pulled.

He grabbed the first thing he could find, a club, a large piece of wood really, from off the ground. The creature said, “I’ll finish you tonight!” Tom responded with, “Never, you are a liar!” The sword flew at him with the speed of light, and Tom used his club to protect himself. Metal struck the hard wood. They fought back and forth, and sometimes Tom was able to take a swing at the creature. At other times it seemed hopeless, and the thing was so close, Tom could smell it’s stinking breath.

He did not give up, he swung his club time and again, even though the thing began laughing at him. Finally the creature knocked the club out of his hand, and Tom prepared to die. Do it and get it over with, he thought. It was always at this point that he woke up in a cold sweat. Sara would always stir, and he would tell her, “Shhh, go back to sleep.” Then he would hear the creature’s voice, even while he was sitting there awake. “I am despair”, it said.

swordOn this night, the night before the farm sale, he decided to get up and go downstairs. He looked at the clock, which said 4:00. He was hungry, and decided on some bacon and eggs. Besides he would need strength for this battle.

Somehow they would get through this. He would fight despair the only way he knew how. He was not a religious man, but he needed better weapons, to fight this thing. After eating, he sat right there at the table, and began to pray. He would fight this thing until the sun came up and beyond. Whatever it took, he would do it. Nothing was going to drag his family down. They would sell the place, move on to the next chapter of their life, and Melissa would go to college, to study engineering. Is that what they meant by having faith?

He prayed for what seemed like a long time. Just before the sun came up, he felt he was ready. He opened the back door, and slipped silently into the darkness. The light was on at the barn. He could sense the creature hiding in the shadows. Tom boldly declared, “I’m not afraid of you anymore!”, and he meant it.

From inside the house he heard Sara come down, into the kitchen, She stood in the doorway. She whispered, “Are you alright?” Tom hesitated, as he looked out at the night beginning to fade. Finally he said, “Yes…… just getting rid…… of a liar……”

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 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The New Earth

close up planet

Futuristic Microfiction 

Xerxes 10 was a beautiful planet. The only question now was about the water. Would they able to drink it? That was the only test they could not do from 212.7 years away. The sleepers on board the Time Traveler II were now out of hibernation, and grateful to be alive. Don and Beverly had been awake for three days, and it had been a wonderful time of…..rejuvenation.

An unmanned exploration pod had been sent to the surface. The more than 200 people on board the Time Traveler II were anxiously waiting for it to return in order to find out the water testing results, as well as the other tests about their new home. Everyone was now calling the new planet the “New Earth”.

While they were waiting, the colonists held a number of joint meetings which included the formation of laws. They were quite simple really. War of any kind was illegal. All violence was illegal. Health care was available to everyone, it became the law. Not only was there no cost, there was not even a currency! Respecting other people was held as a very high value, but not made into law. The people would vote and have a say about issues that would come up in the future. And that was it, short and sweet.

When the exploration pod did return, the tests confirmed previous testing about the atmosphere. It was very pure, like living on a mountain on ancient earth. The soil was somewhat sandy due to the warmer temperatures, but was excellent for growing fruits, and nuts, and other plants. The water needed more testing though, it was similar to the water on earth, but no one knew what the effect would be until someone actually drank it. There was a bacteria in it that needed to be examined.

The Time Traveler II was an old ship now and they would soon have to leave the vessel. Electrical problems were a regular occurrence, and the colonists were getting anxious. They poured over test results constantly looking at everything they could find about the planet. There were a number of families on board and they were especially concerned about their children being safe.

Finally the marine biologist, and the bacteriologist, gave the go ahead to move. They would need to do more testing once they were on the planet, but for now they would need to boil the water, which was something no one had ever done before with fire. Beverly, Dr. Beverly Anderson, would show them how.

As Don and Beverly took their seats in the shuttle, there was anticipation in the air. This was a new beginning for all of them, and for all of humanity. There was a tangible excitement in the people. Don and Beverly sat next to each other and held hands (most people thought this was a strange custom). Xerxes 10 came into view through their window. They could see a lot of blues, and browns, which meant a lot of water, with a lot of desert and semi-arid land.

Don couldn’t help but say, as they made a banking turn, “I sure hope we get it right this time.” Beverly said, “Amen.”


Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Leaving Planet Earth

new earth

Futuristic Microfiction

He only agreed to be part of the colony, because she was coming along. It was the year 2106, and humanity finally found a way to destroy themselves, and this time for good. Don and Beverly had to hustle to make it to the shuttle docking station in time. They were only given five hours to get there, and along the way strange things were happening in the atmosphere. It was part of the new warfare, done with ion weapons.

The ancient nuclear weapons had been dismantled, or left to leak and rot in their silos where they stood. The new weapons could literally ignite the sky, and set it on fire, destroying everything for hundreds of miles. As their vehicle flew above the ground at Mach one speed, they could see the explosions beginning from thousands of miles away. They made it to the shuttle station with just ten minutes to spare.

As the shuttle lifted off, they could see the destruction taking place below. Sections of the earth were lit up with the orange and pink glow of ionic fire. They tried holding hands and acting brave but they both began weeping. There were no more jobs, all of their friends and loved ones were gone. Part of them wanted to be there with them, but at least they had a chance now. The hour long flight to the sleeper ship, gave them time to think.

They had been selected by lottery, at least that was the propaganda presented. Don knew darn well he had been selected due to his expertise in spatial analysis. His wife Beverly, Dr. Beverly Anderson, had been selected because she was one of the foremost authorities on ancient horticulture. She could actually teach people how to grow their own food! This was unheard of on planet earth.

As they docked at their sleeper ship, they were herded like animals through a process of medical examinations, all done through robotics. They were also given injections, as part of the hibernation process. They held hands and wept some more. Then they were told they had fifteen minutes before the hibernation began.

They embraced. They gave each other the traditional Inuit greeting of putting their heads together, and touching face to face. It was from her culture. All he cared about was her. She longed for him. He wondered if they had time? She said no, but they said more to each other in those few minutes, than some people did in a life time. Much of it was with silence. “I’ll see you in 212.7 years sweetheart, God willing” “Yes”, she said. Neither one had ever met anyone else that expressed faith in a Creator.

Then it was time. As they climbed in to their individual chambers, he prayed like he never had before. He said, “Please….let me see her again…..”

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Dating with Allergies – Conclusion



The next morning he was surprised when his phone rang. It was Susan, and she started with, “I’m so sorry about last night!” He apologized too, and said it was his fault. “No, I forgot to tell you!”, she apologized again. She asked if she could come over. “I have a surprise for you!” She sounded excited about it, so he said to give him half an hour and he would be ready.

When she rang the bell thirty minutes later, she presented him with a beautiful coffee cake, and said “Ready for breakfast?!” The smell of the cake was intoxicating. He invited her into the kitchen, but started getting a strange itching feeling in his eyes. When he reached in the cupboard, for some plates, the idea came to him. “Can you tell me the ingredients of the cake?” She went down the list, and when she got to – peanuts he yelled, “I’m allergic!” In addition to the itching eyes, he started having a wheezing sound coming from his chest. Susan was horrified. “Should I call for help?!”

He told her no, but she needed to take the cake outside. Tears were streaming down her face, as she took the cake and ran out of the house. It was another disaster.

He had an idea later that day. It was risky, but he decided to go for it. When he called her up, he could tell she had been crying. He apologized for not telling her about his allergy. It had never crossed his mind. And he said, “I have an idea”, “Yes?” Her voice sounded hopeful. “Why don’t we go out for coffee?” When she said ok, he told her to bring a notebook, and a pen. She sounded surprised but said she would.

When they sat in the coffee shop together, they were smiling now. He said they should make a list of everything they were allergic to and then give their list to the other person. She looked at him with her eyes sparkling. A man could get lost in those eyes, and he began drifting off to another world. He could think of nothing else…. but her….


Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dating with Allergies

yellow bouquet


Should he send her flowers? They had been on two dates now, and he wanted to give her something. Did men even do that sort of thing anymore? Maybe it was too much. Everything seemed so complicated.

He hadn’t dated anyone for years, not since…..well not since Brenda had hurt him so badly, he didn’t think he would ever recover. He still walked around wounded sometimes, and hoped no one would notice. But Susan had moved in, two doors down, a couple of months ago, in the middle of winter. Now everything had changed.

The great thing about Susan, was that she had become a friend before they started dating. He had met her as a result of the last big snow they had. He cleaned off her car, and shoveled her sidewalks, as he often did for the neighbors. She came to the door, stuck her head out to say thank you, wrapped in blankets, and holding Kleenex to her nose. “Are you sick?”, he asked. “Yes, the flu…” she wanted to say more but started coughing. Being the good neighbor again, he asked, “Do you need anything?” She hesitated….. but said yes, and that she would write it down.

Was it possible for a woman to look beautiful, when she had the flu? Well Susan did. He was surprised the list was so long, but he went to the store that afternoon. In addition to the usual things, like Tylenol, and Kleenex, there were several prescriptions he needed to pick up at the pharmacy.

That’s how it began, and now he decided on yellow roses. She had said yellow was her favorite color, but he thought it would be better to hand them to her when they went out on Saturday. He smiled when he thought about what her reaction would be. They would planetsbe going to the movies, to see the latest science-fiction thriller. He had never met a woman before that actually liked science-fiction. Wasn’t that just a guy thing?

He was nervous that Saturday, he really wanted the date to go well. After the movie they would go to dinner, at the Mexican restaurant, on 4th street. She walked over and rang the bell at 4:00, right on time. “Here we go – date number three!” In the kitchen he pulled the bouquet of twelve yellow roses out of the vase, wiped off the bottom, and headed for the door, smiling. He held them behind his back, to surprise her, as he opened the door. They were both grinning ear to ear, in the doorway, when he said, “Surprise!” He held them in front of her, just as she was inhaling, and got the shock of his life.

She yelled, “Oh no!” “….Flowers!” with a look of horror. She immediately began sneezing. He pulled the flowers back, dumbfounded. “Is something wrong?”, it was a stupid question, and he knew it as soon as he said it. She kept sneezing, but manage to get out the words, “I…..I….I’m allergic!” Were those hives on her face? She said she had to go, as she ran back to her house.

He felt just awful. It was the second worst day of his life. He promptly took the beautiful bouquet of yellow roses, and threw them in the trash. He was angry with himself for being such an idiot. So much for date number three! She would hate him for sure now. kleenex

Note: I had not intended this to go to two parts, but the conclusion will be tonight!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Desert



He felt like his soul was made of sand. He didn’t feel like he was in the desert, he felt like he was the desert. He was made of desolation and emptiness. The dunes of his emotions, were taking him up and down, but leading him to nowhere. The heat was his anger. More importantly, there was no life, and he had no future.

How was he supposed to tell people, the company he worked for went out of business? He had lost half of his retirement money. He was too young to retire, and too old now to be marketable. There was nothing for him. And even worse, he was alone now.

Where was the oasis? Where was the water that would wash away his trouble? It was nothing more than a mirage! He had to quell his anger again, as he walked to the grocery story on the corner. He loved the organic market, and he did feel himself smile, as he picked out the produce, and some rice pilaf.

When it was time to check out, he noticed Susanna was working as cashier #2. He aimed his cart there, hoping to talk to her. He wasn’t interested in her romantically, but she was one of the most positive people he had ever met. He loved the fact that she was religious, and from Africa.

When she asked him how he was doing, he said, “Lousy”. He unexpectedly, let everything out about how had been feeling today. The person behind him was annoyed because he was holding up the line, but he didn’t care. As he paid with his credit card, Susanna looked thoughtful, and then said, “You know I was like you once, so I would like you to remember two things!” She was beaming as she spoke. “First as long as you are alive, there is hope!” She smiled again, “Remember there is always hope!” He looked down because he knew she was right. “Secondly, what in life have you always wanted to do, but haven’t done yet?” His jaw dropped. He hadn’t thought of that!

“One thing I wanted to do was come to the U.S. and I did!” “Another thing I wanted to do, was to work in an organic market, and now I do!” “So what do you want to do?” He was shocked. He thanked her and quickly walked out with his groceries.

Something was happening inside. The sand was receding. “What did he want to do?” Travel! He had always wanted to travel. Should he go to Ireland? Maybe. Tahiti! Yes! He would start looking at the internet travel sites tonight. He heard some music as he walked, and he thought of the cello. He had always wanted to learn the cello! The idea struck him that maybe someone in Tahiti, might give cello lessons! Now there was a thought.

As he walked down the street, towards his apartment, he felt some rain drops on his head and face. He looked up, and said, “Okay, okay!” “I get the point.” “There is always hope!” Now he was walking with a smile on his face.


 This is day 5 of the 5 day challenge of 5 photos – 5 stories. Thanks again to  randombytesfromlife and Saadia from Reflection of a Rainbow for the challenge.

I will be taking a short break from fiction for a few days, but will keep writing poetry.

Thanks for reading! Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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He couldn’t believe that he had been an idiot for so long. It wasn’t until this trip to Asia though, that he discovered it. It was the people, it was the culture, the ten thousand years of history, and the philosophy. It was all so rich, and so beautiful. He was stunned. The more people he met, the more he got to know them, the more he ate with them, (they graciously invited him) the more he loved them.

John Henry Carver had only been in the city for two weeks, and his life was changed forever. He was part of the church committee from back home, but now he was uncomfortable with that. They were there to do relief work, to build things, and to share their faith.

He couldn’t do it. When he wasn’t helping people as a carpenter, he walked the streets and got to know people, struggling with the language. Not only was his theology challenged, it was turned upside down. He kept asking himself a question, even as he talked with the mostly Chinese people (there were other ethnic groups too). The question that struck him in the face was, would these people, these wonderful, beautiful people, burn in everlasting hellfire, because they did not have the same beliefs as he did? It was impossible. The thought of it, made him sick to his stomach, and made his head spin. He knew that these thoughts had nothing to do with who God was. Yet some people he knew believed it, and he used to believe it, but not anymore.

And then there was Joe Ferguson. Even as they worked together at the job site, he couldn’t stand the guy. He was so mean, so harsh about the culture, and the people. His arrogance made John Henry angry. In fact, John Henry told him to, “shut the heck up” several times in a single day. He was condescending when he spoke to the Chinese, like they were less of a person. “Leave these people alone, and stop trying to convince them you are right!”. Joe could tell John Henry was angry, so he just walked away and said nothing. Hong Kong

John Henry was also sick of his own culture, which didn’t help any. He was sick of the greed, the entertainment industry, and worst of all the American, and European men using the city as a playground, flashing money, and acting important. At night he stayed away from the bars, the clubs, where the drunk westerners would stumble around trying to decide on which prostitute. Thank God it was in a different part of the city from where he was staying.

John Henry couldn’t sleep at night, because of how he felt now. Did all of this mean he wasn’t a Christian anymore? Joe Ferguson probably thought so. What an idiot. He knew he had been an idiot too, for a long time. In the morning he went for a walk, and was wishing he could talk to his wife, Margie. She had died two years ago from cancer, but the pain was still intense. What would she say?

He was having tea at the outdoor café, when an idea was beginning to dawn on him. Was that his wife’s voice? It sure sounded like it. It sounded like she said, “You are not the judge.” The idea struck him in the head so strongly, that he fell to the left, and off his chair. He was to love people, not judge them. That was the core of what had been bothering him. “Judge not…” he remembered reading. He hated people that judged others, and put them down. He wanted no part of it.

After a quick prayer at the café table, he walked straight to the committee’s office, and resigned. He never wanted to see the likes of Joe Ferguson again. He cancelled his flight for the following week, (and lost some money because of it), and he began looking for an apartment. His retirement money would pay for that. He thought about work he could do, and considered teaching English for a small fee. It would be his grocery money. All of this was to give him some time, to get his head on straight. He had a lot of thinking and praying to do. Then he remembered he would need a visa. Would six months be enough? An elderly man at the spice dealer, smiled at John Henry as he walked by, and they began talking. John Henry, lit up inside.




 Note: This is fiction but has some of my own spiritual journey in it.

This is also in response to a challenge I received from randombytes at

The challenge is to do 5 stories in 5 days. I doubt if I can write that much fiction at once, but I will try for at least 1 or more posting each day!

I would also like to nominate Ady to try this. You can find her at

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Search Party


Historical Microfiction About First Nations People

“Daughter you cannot do this, it is much too dangerous!” Bull Elk was raising his voice now, but it was not from anger. He was terrified for his daughter. Bluebird loved her father, but she stood her ground. “Father I need to be with my husband, and we believe most of the Ite in the mountains are women or young girls.” “They need a woman there.” This part made sense, but Bull Elk launched out again with, “Daughter you are expecting a child!” Bluebird did not waver, “I will be on horseback father, and you know how children love the motion of riding”. She was right again. Her father was about to grasp for more straws, when someone came to their lodge door.

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When Sky came in, she did not hesitate, but explained, “I too can go with the search party”…..she looked at both of them, and continued “… and with Bluebird.” Bull Elk was speechless. Women in a search party? This had never been done before, at least not that he could remember. Who was going to talk some sense into these two?

It had been a warm day, and the snow from the day before, had melted. Trees could be seen with buds, and there were more birds singing in the area now. Life was returning. The people decided to have a meeting, around the large fire in the middle of the village. It was about the search party. Everyone agreed that a search party should go, but who should be a part of it? Men and women were at the meeting (another area of concern for Bull Elk), and everyone that wanted to, had an opportunity to speak their mind.

Sky was a strong woman, and she made a good case for her going with the men. She might be needed as a healer, and she thought she could help find the Ite, due to being a seer. She said this with the utmost humility, the way Cricket in the Meadow had taught her. She wanted to help, and the truth was, they would have an easier time of finding the people, with her along. Her husband to be, Wild Horse, spoke in favor of this. It did make good sense, and the people agreed.

The only question now centered around Bluebird. Of course it would be up to her, and Thunder Speaking, but everyone was concerned for her safety. It would be dangerous. The rivers and streams would be flooded due to melted snow, and impossible to crossover. They also might be gone for weeks. Would they be safe for that long?

It coyote 2was warm the next day, and the four Ite people in the mountains made a lot of progress, going east. They always traveled east, up hills, down into valleys, and along the sides of mountains. Shining Water and the twins, Hummingbird, and Walks with Deer, were greatly encouraged by the sun on their faces. Even Coyote, starting thinking that their adventure was a good thing. He knew that wherever Thunder Speaking was, it was a good place, and they would be safe there. He knew they needed a people to belong to.

Everything was going well…..until the bear started chasing them. They  rounded the bend of a mountainside trail, and saw the cave. Before they knew it, they heard the roar, and the bear charged them, as they ran as fast as they could down the mountain. Fortunately the mother bear was weak, from hibernating. She did not run after them very long, but Hummingbird took a bad fall, and sprained her ankle.

One thing was for certain, they could really use some help right now.

Bear in the Woods

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Lost in the Mountains

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People

He knew they shouldn’t have come here. He told them they shouldn’t come, and they wouldn’t listen. They had dreams that told them to find Thunder Speaking, and so here they were, lost at the end of the world. Were they insane? Dreams like this could kill a person, and it was snowing again, in spite of the fact that it was early spring.

The four of them made a shelter from hides they had carried. It was three sided, with the open side facing the fire he started building. The back of the shelter was against some large rocks, which also helped to protect them. It was late afternoon, and the valley was quiet, except for a herd of elk they could hear in the distance, and the snow falling softly.

He tried to calm down. He hadn’t been civil to anyone all day, barking and snapping at them, even when they asked simple questions. He was being stupid and he knew it. He also resented traveling with a woman he did not love, and her two younger cousins. The girls were about 10 years old, and twins. But the four of them were the last surviving members of the Ite people, besides Thunder Speaking. Once they were in the shelter and the fire was burning brightly, he began thinking quietly, that he should apologize, and pray that they would find their way out of the mountains. herd

“I think Thunder Speaking is warm in his lodge, with his wife right now”, the strange but hopeful words, came from Shining Water. He shot a glance at her that said, “Don’t talk about being warm right now!”, but he said nothing. She was a good woman really, but she was too quiet, usually. When he thought about that, he realized that her talking just now, was an act of courage, an act of faith – that somehow it would all turn out ok. He looked at her closely and thought that she was not only sad, but tears were forming in her eyes. He looked at the twins and saw much of the same. They were all losing hope.

“I apologize”, he was surprised that he said it, but there it was. These two words, these two simple words, changed everything. They all started smiling again, as they ate together in their shelter. Hope returned to the four of them.

Later that night, in the Tsi village, Thunder Speaking woke up screaming, “No!”, “No!”. His wife Bluebird, grabbed his arm and asked him what it was. When he explained the dream, they both cried together, and prayed for the Ite people. They did not think the dream meant that the Ite would die, only that they needed help. He was more determined than ever to try and find them. They both knew he would be leaving soon, even if it meant going alone. Then the thought came to her…. she could go too.


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Notes for new readers:

The Tsi people, and their village, is where most of the stories take place.

The Grie people: Have been friends with the Tsi people for many generations, and 15 of them came to the Tsi village over the winter, seeking refuge. They now live with the Tsi.

The Ite people: Originally these people lived near the western coast, but war and sickness decimated them. Today there are only 5 people left. Thunder Speaking, who lives with the Tsi, and the 4 lost in the mountains.

All of the tribal names are fictitious, which I have done for two reasons. For one, I do not want to offend any First Nations people if I do not represent them accurately. Secondly, it gives me greater flexibility in being creative, with the characters, and the customs of the people.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Healing of the People and the Earth

Woman in Blue

Historical Microfiction About First Nations People of the 1700’s

The snow was melting now and the people were beginning to heal. The long, difficult winter was fading as a memory. The first sprouting of flowers could be seen, peaking through the ground, sometimes coming up through the snow, determined to make an appearance. There was no holding back their life. It was time to live again.

The people felt the same way. They had experienced great sadness, but there had been joy too. There had also been tremendous victory over fear. Sky, was especially grateful for the freedom from fear that she had experienced, even though thinking about the victory, brought back memories of Cricket in the Meadow. The people had also won a victory over the spirit of war. Relying on the Creator, they had come together and been moved by the Great Spirit. The Ulani warrior (and the hunting party he was part of) had vanished. There was peace, and there would be peace, and everybody knew it.

mother and toddlerOn a very practical level the people were busy, and humming with new life. Young mothers, including Redwing, were busy with their children, and the men were hunting. The people were growing and needed to be fed! The pregnant women were busy also making plans, making clothing, and comparing notes with each other. There was more time spent outside, and even talking became an outdoor activity, as long as there was a fire close by.

There was a large fire built almost every evening, in the middle of the village so the people could be together more as a group. On one warm evening they were all singing, when they noticed two points of light in their midst getting larger and taking shape, turning into people – or rather the spirits of two people. It was very brief, but the people were surprised when they saw the spirits of Lone Horse, and Cricket in the Meadow, standing with them and singing too. At the end of the song, the spirit couple waved goodbye, joined hands as they turned, and then disappeared into the night. Sky mentioned, she thought the two of them wanted the people to know they were at peace. No one ever saw them again.

Thunder Speaking was actively seeking wisdom from the Creator on how to help the 4 remaining Ite people, find their way out of the Great Mountains. His people had been devastated by war and sickness, and the White Wolves said they were looking for him. He needed to help them but he did not know how. Should he follow the same path that he praying by the creekhad used, when he came to the Tsi village? How would he ever find that trail again? He decided to seek the advice of men he looked up to, like Standing on the Mountain, Bull Elk, and Seven Hawks. This was too big for him to handle alone. He would often go into the woods to pray.

A number of the women of the village decided to surprise the men one day. Since it was early spring they decided it was time for a Jingle Dress Dance, which was thought to bring healing and restoration. It was the right time. They decided to dance first thing in the morning, which had never been done before, but they wanted the village to wake up to the sound of their dancing. Each woman would dance around her own lodge, and then they would dance in the center as a group. They did need to tell a few men, so they could have the drums ready.

As the women began to dance that morning, there was a feeling of joy, of good things coming in the future, and that they were seeing another day, with the sun shining. There was hope. It was good, and right, and everybody knew it.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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