The stranger pulled off the hood of his cloak to reveal curly black hair, a cleft on his chin, and a quizzical expression on his handsome face. “I think we have a lot to discuss, my friend. Are you willing?”
He held out his hand. Nora clasped it like a woman drowning, even though she hadn’t known she’d been sinking.
“Yes,” she replied. (Are You Willing?)
But immediately Nora pulled her hand away.
- She was willing to explore the woods in the deep of night when even the owls nodded off.
- She was willing to pretend she was a normal human during the day when she taught college psychology, even though no psychologist could figure her out.
- She was willing to visit psychics to figure out why she was the only human who needed no sleep.
But Nora wasn’t sure she was willing to explore the answers about who, or what, she really was with this dark-haired stranger who gave her the shivers.
Nothing gave her the shivers. Until now. So she vacillated, shaking her head no.
“I didn’t think so,” the man pouted.
“You didn’t think so what?” Nora asked, moving closer to the man, waiting to see if he moved backwards.
He didn’t. He stood as still as a pillar of onyx. His thin lips turned up in a question that asked, “Do you dare?”
“What do we possibly need to discuss in this dusty old historical library?” Nora finally asked.
“I know where you come from. I can take you back there,” he replied, his black eyes boring into hers, unblinking.
Nora’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. “So I’m not …. from around here?”
The man’s head tilted back as he roared with laughter, which made her so mad she stomped her foot. On his toes.
His laugh became a chuckle. “Ouch. Shall we start again? My name is Ezekiel, but my friends call me Zeke.”
“You have friends?” Nora stood her ground, which at this point become more difficult since Zeke had leaned closer to her. She could smell his clove and cinnamon breath, see the tiny whiskers on his face as if he hadn’t shaved in a day, watch the tiny dimple on his chin become more pronounced as he smiled.
Zeke stepped back and moved to the corner of the room, the old wooden-planked floor squeaking with his steps. As if he had all the time in the world, he settled comfortably on the faded calico armchair, placed his elbows on his knees and tilted his hands together with fingertips touching.
“I have many friends from where you come from,” Zeke finally responded. “You’ve been searching for your ancestors, and friends, in the wrong place.”
“You mean, my parents didn’t come from Massachusetts?” Nora asked despite herself. She slowly walked over to where Zeke sat, feeling more in control because she could look down at him.
“Who you call your ‘parents’ were not your originators,” the man said. “Close your eyes,” he continued, “If you dare. I’ll give you a glimpse.”
Nora was willing now. So she stood tall and solid, feet on the ground, eyes closed in suspicion but also hope. Wild wind suddenly swirled around the room. The noise distracted her from the sensation of soaring.
But none of that mattered when she opened her eyes to an unrecognizable land. A land that undulated like a metronome with a violet sky filled with four fuchsia moons. The countryside was dotted with creatures that sprouted wings and beings who looked human yet smiled at her as if she was one of them. Puffy flowers grew high into the sky, and wispy beings floated with the wind.
“Home,” Zeke whispered.
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Say you do
Let me fly away
With you
For my love is like
The wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the windLike a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re like creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind(David Bowie)
You have me very curious about this purple world!
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Perhaps it’s similar to Oz’s green world – we just need to wear the right tinted glasses. 🙂
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I like that!
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This is coming along splendidly. I love how you lure us in with your words. ❤
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Word-luring. A great phrase! xo
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This unrecognizable land sounds lovely, Pam. ❤
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I think I’d like to visit the lavender world with four moons and wispy flying beings!
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You have us spellbound Pamela. I love your music choice too.
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David Bowie’s music seemed to be the right choice for this “other” world. ❤
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Go Pam! Great writing and I’m happy to enter the purple world….hugs. xXx
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I’d like to dream into this purple world, for sure Jane. xo
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Oh, you carried me there, enthralled.
And as to the video … 🙂
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Isn’t Bowie’s voice (and the song) rather otherworldly? He transports me….
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Indeed. Wistful, too. There’s one of his … The Prettiest Eyes, I think it’s called. Catches me every time.
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A violet world with four fuchsia moons (and a David Bowie soundtrack 🙂 ) sounds amazingly beautiful, Pam!
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If only in our imagination, I believe we can visit this violet world with our eyes closed and our mind open (and perhaps Bowie’s soundtrack in our earphones). 🙂
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it sounds like a beautiful place –
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Violet world with wispy flying beings – I’d be happy to let Zeke take me there, for sure! 🙂
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Love the soundtrack! Great story and I’m properly curious about these fuschia moons in a violet sky – lovely imagery.
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I listened to Bowie’s song after writing this follow-up to Nora’s story and thought, PERFECT. I can imagine him singing with fuschia moons in his background sky. ❤
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I hope publishing a book of short stories is somewhere in your (happily, our!) future…
I love these adventures!
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With encouragement like yours, I’m sure to get this book of short stories ready soon. ❤
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Pam, I like the clever way you reminded us of Nora’s personality traits, knowing we readers have fuzzy recall of previous info sometimes.
I’ll try to be open to the world of imagination today. Violet and fuchsia are the colors I’d choose. As David Bowie suggests, I’d like to fly away to a world without scary news and deadlines.
Heavenly! Have a wonderful weekend, my friend!
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Bowie’s voice and lyrics transport us to a place that could possibly have four moons and wispy flying beings who reject all negative news and touchy deadlines. xo
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Enjoyed this little story. 🙂
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Thanks, Kevin.
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So I hope there is more. Excellent, Pamela
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I’m glad Nora found her true home!
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Originators? Gracious! Whatever will happen next?
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“Originators” opens up a whole ‘nother can of worms, doesn’t it? 🙂
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What I love best about this story is that it starts in a library, where so many fantastical adventures start. Thanks for sharing it with us!
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You WOULD say that, Amy, as a writer of a series of mysteries set in a library. Hmmm, wonder if Nora will appear in one of your books sometime? Unless, of course, she stays in her new violet-skied world. 🙂
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Wonderful story Pam. You continue to capture my heart and mind. Along with Nora, I long to know my place in the world and fly wild in the wind!
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You always perfectly ‘get’ my sometimes ‘weird’ stories, Brad. Yes, may we all feel released enough to fly with the wind and find (and then settle in?) our place in the world.
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I find your stories delightful and captivating. To flying and settling too…
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Exciting segue from here to there!
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Here to there can be so exciting, can’t it? xo
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Your imagination is so wild Pam…I could guess Nora doesn’t belong to this world! The way you revealed it gives a unique touch to this story. Well done dear wordsmith. 🙂
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Many thanks, Balroop. I’m always a little fearful when I let my imagination fly as wild as the wind, but then, perhaps the best stories and poems come from that wildness. ❤
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You are absolutely right Pam, only when we fly do we get our pens moving. 🙂
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I’m very susceptible to exploring this new world with you and Nora. And, not only because I love purple and adventure. Let’s see what you have up your sleeve. Have a fantastic weekend, Pam!
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You are ALREADY an explorer of the world, Liesbet! I’m not at all surprised that you empathize with Nora and her explorations in a violet-skied, four-mooned world. ❤
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Nice to return after a while away and catch another glimpse inside your imagination, Pam.
One thing had me curious, however. It seems you used pictures as prompts for this story; however, the simile “still as a pillar of onyx” and specific mention of black hair and black eyes (not typical) made me picture, unlike the posted image, that Ezekiel’s skin is, in fact, looks obsidian, otherworldly. like a negative of Michelangelo’s David.
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My imagination bows to your imagination, Erik. I do like to try and find photos that kind of match the story I’m posting. The top one actually represents Nora, not Zeke, as her mind kind of gets “lifted” into another world. Granted, she has a very short hair cut in that photo (quite unisex, I think), but I liked the dreaminess and existentiality of it. I’m pleased you imagined Zeke the way I imagined him. Thanks for leaping into my imaginative story here – now, don’t be a stranger!
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Lovely, dear Pamela! ♥♥♥
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Happy Writing, Billy Ray. How many more books do you have up your sleeve? ;-0 ❤
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Trying to reach ‘Black Jack’! ♥♥
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In the very last line of that video, when David Bowie sings, “Wild is the wind,” he really makes it sound like the wild wind and it fits so perfectly with the emotion your character must be feeling as she steps into that violet and fuchsia world. A good fit!
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YES! thanks for noticing that, Anneli. I wrote this story on Thursday, and right before posting it for Friday morning, I went to my dance class, where the teacher played this Bowie tune. I immediately thought, “Perfect! This is Nora as she follows the wind…and Zeke!”
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It really was a good match!
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The imagery is stunning. I want to write like this when I grow up. Excellent.
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You’re sweet! I think we both know that when we close our eyes, our imagination takes us to places we know exist but are sometimes afraid of acknowledging. I love going ‘wild’ and showing off what we see behind closed eyes.
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Excellent, Pamela!
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Glad you liked Nora’s adventure, Bette. xo
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A magical story and I can’t wait to read more!
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Thank you!
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I like the way Zeke attracts her and at the same time frightens her. I like the way he pulls her in with information about herself and where she’s from. Finally, when he sits down, she feels more comfortable. You leave me with many questions.
David Bowie’s Wild Is the Wind is okay, but it doesn’t compare with the haunting Nina Simone version.
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I like the way you recognize Zeke’s duality. A friend wrote to me that she found Zeke “creepy,” but I think he’s just different – prescient even. And Wild Is the Wind – a wonderful controversy over which one is better – Bowie’s or Simone’s. I like that artists show the way a song, a story, a myth, can be imagined in different ways.
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How wonderful to find someone with answers. Beautiful story and poem.
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Jacqui – I think both you and I would be fascinated if Zeke suddenly appeared in the library we’re working in. I’d be happy to hear his answers to my questions. 🙂
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Interesting! It must be great fun to imagine such things. Love the descriptions!
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Imagination is free for all who want to play. Yes, great FUN! 🙂
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I love where this is going! Your descriptions are fantastic! I can just picture the lavender world. Do we get to meet Nora’s parents any time soon? My imagination is taking off!
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If my story has helped your imagination to take flight, I have done my job. 🙂 Many many thanks for your comment. xo
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Very nice pairing with David Bowie! I immediately felt that connection. You have a great way of bringing us along slowly…I’m very curious! 🙂
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Nora’s story seemed to mesh perfectly with the “otherness” of Bowie. I’m imagining her riding that wind with Zeke in their purple world. ❤
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At last Nora is going to find where she truly belongs. Happiness awaits.
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I think so too, Norah. Sometimes we need to look in odd places to find where we really belong.
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Hi Pam, Clove and cinnamon made me think of a pipe? Compelling, otherworldly, violet and fuchsia. A land of fantasy, magic, imagination. I have only recently met you and your blog, Pam, and I am glad I did:)
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Ah, your imagination is meshing with mine, Erica. Yes, perhaps Zeke smoked a bit of pipe magic as he conjured how to get Nora to the world she belongs. Isn’t fantasy fun? I find it helps us reach a deeper reality.
Ditto here – so glad we found each other’s blogs. ❤
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I wonder what lurks in the depths of this world..:)
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Hmmm, you’ve got a bit of a sinister tone here, George. You’re envisioning a purple world that may be darker than lavender and violet. I like the way my stories can spark the imagination of others. 🙂
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Everyone goes in a different direction. That’s what good writing does🙂
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You’re pulling me in, Pam!
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Four words every writer loves to hear! 🙂
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Oh, tell me you’re writing more. Forget all those 3 ahead, this one is fantasy!
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I’m fascinated how my short stories are veering toward fantasy, Jina. I think I’m discovering that fantasy explains a lot to us about our reality – the good and the bad. ;-0
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OH MAN!!!
*grabs a Mojito and waits for the next installment.*
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If my story led you to a Mojito and a happy grin, I’m a happy writer! 🙂
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Yup!!
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WRITE WOMAN WRITE!! YOUR AUDIENCE AWAITS!!
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So glad Nora found her home – purple as it may be. But you can’t go wrong having an angel to guide you 🙂 xx
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I know! Perhaps Nora will realize that her “angels’ have been flying nearby all along, no matter what “world” she’s in. ❤
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Angels are always with us. ❤
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Thank you for transporting me through the emotions of Nora and promise of Zeke from my sailboat to that dusty library and onward to the land of the violet sky. An ending that is just the beginning and leaves me wanting for more.
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How I love knowing you enjoyed Nora’s story from your sailboat. Isn’t it wonderful how our imaginations can sail us to so many different lands with the blink of an eye and some creative words? ❤
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I always say that my adventures started with a book and a flashlight :-). It was fun to travel far away with your words today.
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YES, that’s how my adventures began too. A book and a flashlight under the old card table covered with a sheet. 🙂 I used to imagine that card table was a boat. You made that imagination come true!
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Ah, Bowie is the perfect match! Lovely, Pam. 🙂
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Bowies fantastical explorations in tunes and lyrics fit in perfectly with Nora’s adventure, don’t they? So glad you agree, Jennifer. ❤
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Well that was cool. I read this one first and then back-tracked. Is there more??? Pretty please. You are such a wonderful fantasy writer, Pam. I had to come over and say hi. I hope you’re having a wonderful start to your summer, my friend. Happy Writing!
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HI, my friend! So glad to hear from you. I’ve thought of you often, hoping all is coming along okay with your parents. I never thought YOU would tell ME that I’m a wonderful fantasy writer. The highest compliment of all, considering the heights you go with your amazing books. I just might blame you for my foray into this genre.
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I’ll gladly take the blame, but I have a feeling you’ve always had a magical side to you. ❤
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I like the idea of her Angels flying nearby no matter what world she’s in. There is some comfort in that. Zeke sounds like a very seductive fella. Intrigued here. 😉
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Angels on high and a hot guy – can’t go wrong with a story like that, huh? 🙂 🙂
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Glad that home was finally a destination found. Beautiful writing … as always!
Peta
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May we each find our violet-sky home with many moons.
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I could feel the push and pull of wanting to know and wanting not to know. What awaits in the purple world? You have me spellbound….
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I think I’ll include this in my short story anthology to come, Sue. Spellbinding is one of my most favorite attributes. 🙂
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This is exactly the writing that I missed. Beautifully written, Pam!
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I felt like I was kind of pulled along in the writing by the “will” of Zeke and Nora. ❤
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I love the detail in this well written story.
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Great story! Love the David Bowie song also.. HE ROCKS!! and a great start to something bigger?? More to come? 😉
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I really only “discovered” David Bowie music this past year, in dance class. How’d I miss his brilliance before? Well, it’s a gift to listen to his magical amazing songs now. xo
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Oh wow! Have you been sheltered… David Bowie was a brilliant musician. Highly
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Intelligent and a wondeful person. His presence is certainly missed. My favorite album is Changesone from 1975.
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