Golden rings and a rose

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“When you cross the path strewn with roses, draw thy thoughts to the bushes which bore them for they have thorns. Be weary of scented words, sparkling eyes that cast shadows on the stars, do not …”

Taking in the silk curtains billowing slightly in rhythm to the midday wind, I frowned down at my dressing robe, it was soaked in perspiration as though I had been to the wash. Her voice was calming there was no threat or guile but her words, her words left my mind in frays. Why the same dream? Why was she always in the shadows? Why did she never finish the warning? And what on earth was she warning me about? 

Refusing to let my mind unravel from my head, i set about seeking for answers, there was only one person I could trust  absolutely. Performing a cleansing rinse using a wash cloth and the small earthen bath, I sat on my mat centered my mind on the crystal and sort for peace within the recess of my mind.

‘Scented words … bewitching words.’

Who would plant a knife but present a shield?

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Jade M. Wong (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

 

 

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Welcome to my blog, Its lovely to have you here! I am Chioma and I like to think of myself as an avid reader and a non biased writer.I got married and joined my partner to start our own little new home miles away from family (*tears*). what are my ideologies: I am a strong advocate for maintaining balance and modesty in every area of life. I believe everyone is entitled to their opinions but they should never be forced on another. I strongly agree that you are allowed to shout your views at the top of your lungs, just as I am allowed to totally ignore them. However it is my belief that in order to create a home far from the familiar environment one must make certain compromises. Not compromises that change who you are or your principles but those that allow you live at peace with the neighbours. That said, I hope my page brings a whole new perspective to living under a whole new climate. Thank you.

23 thoughts on “Golden rings and a rose”

  8. Very intriguing, Chioma. You’ve created a fascinating image of a meditating woman hearing – in her dream/dreamlike state – a warning she’s evidently heard before. To me, the warning speaks of being wary of someone’s deception, someone who uses ‘scented words’ and appears as a beautiful rose, whose thorns are so often overlooked. The last line tallies with this idea. Perhaps the warning was left unfinished because it was needful for the woman to figure out for herself exactly who this deceitful person was. I really like this.
    (Now you can tell me I’ve misinterpreted it! Lol )

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