Flash Fiction #18











The Leave-taking

The summer, which had seemed so long in coming, now seemed so quickly over.  Tomorrow they would have to close up the cottage and drive back to the city.  Tuesday, the kids went back to school.  But right now, they had promised themselves one last campfire.

Before long, the neighbors joined them, and even folks from around the lake.  Children played, and built S’mores.  People sang campfire songs, and the adults relived the happy season.  Eventually, silence reigned, and people quietly contemplated the leaping flames.

Finally, the fire burned out.  Somberly, but not sadly, everyone departed, looking towards next year.


Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site, and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.


27 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #18

  1. End of summer… always a bittersweet time. Your story sums up the feelings of not wanting it to end. I feel it.


  2. BrainRants says:

    Short, simple and great emotional content. Nice job, Archon.


  3. Caerlynn Nash says:

    I remember those days. My remedy? Now I live at the lake/cottage. 🙂


  4. I liked that bit ‘Somberly, but not sadly’. It shows that this is not the end but a new beginning. Lovely drawing of the scene.


  5. Dear Archon,

    You’ve captured that certain twinge felt at the end of summer. Nicely crafted.




  6. Nice metaphor of the fire with the ending of summer.


  7. You’ve captured the bittersweetness of ending time in a place you love and aren’t in the entire year. I feel that yearly when we leave the cabin in Wyoming. Good job.



  8. Love this happy post. Friends, food, laughter. You captured the way people, at the end of a bonfire night, tend to go into a trance and watch the embers die.


  9. 1jaded1 says:

    I really like this. Fall makes for some awesome campfires too. Summer doesn’t get to have all the fun.


    • Archon's Den says:

      My Dad built a fire-pit at the house I was born in. If the temperatures were decent, we could enjoy it well into October. Hardly anyone has bad campfire memories.

      A teenaged friend was forced to wear unwanted eyeglasses, and complained when his mother paid an extra $20 for “accidental loss” insurance. He jumped over a huge beach bonfire, and lost the unfamiliar specs at the top of the arc. He dug through the cooled ashes the next day, presented the molten lump to the Optometrist, and got a new, free pair. 😕 🙂


  10. Archon, Lovely story. When I was nine, my dad rented our house in the city–eventually selling it– and moved us to our cottage near a small lake about 15 miles from the city. It was in northeastern Ohio. He started fixing it so that it was a year-round home. He and my mother lived there for the rest of his life until he passed at the age of 83. He was able to make his dream come true. I never enjoyed living out like that as much as he did. It was a beautiful location though. Well-written story. 🙂 —Susan


    • Archon's Den says:

      Thanx for the visit. It’s so nice that your Dad got to enjoy life on his terms for so long. I’ve thought about moving back to my Lake Huron home town, but prefer the, as yet unneeded, immediately-available nearby medical facilities, as I approach 70. I appreciate the supportive review. 😀

      Would you reveal, to the map-nut, precisely what lake? 😕


    • Sure. It’s a small private lake that’s actually part of a club that has 30 members. It was named Comet Lake as a comet had at one time passed that area. It was man-made, and near a tiny cross roads named Comet, Ohio, about 15 miles south of Akron, Ohio. It’s very near Nimisila Reservoir which is very large and also man-made. Nimisila is used to refill the Portage Lakes when they’re low. They’re all in Summit County Ohio, south of Akron. You have to look close to see Comet Lake. —Susan


  11. Such a lovely story. Reminding us of good times we so quickly forget.


  12. A lovely way to mark the end of summer


  13. Very nice. This, sir, is how one properly does a short flash… 😉


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