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The Shepherd's Flute

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Published: July 23, 2018
The melody comes to me in my dreams. It haunts my memories when I wake, so I take out my flute and set to learning it.

Where did I first hear it? My memories are filled with only water. Even the flute – golden as it is, and my only possession – is a mystery; but the melody suits it well. When I play it I think of moonlight and waves, and of yearning.

When I dream of the water, I think there is someone waiting for me.

When I raise the flute to my lips, I pray they’ll hear my song.
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© 2018 - 2019 GDeyke
Written for Flash Fiction Month 2018, day 23. This year I'm also fulfilling a challenge by an anonymous contributor - every character must be queer (I posit there is sufficient textual evidence to prove the narrator is bi) - as well as one by Teague-Drydan: At least half of the month needs to be fairy tale re-writes. Bonus if they aren't well known fairy tales. Fairy tale count: 12/16.


The rest of today's stories can be found here.

Wordcount: 100.

If you've enjoyed this story, you may be interested in the collection of all my FFM stories this year: Beyond Dreams. You may also enjoy my FFM collections from the previous four years: Borrowed Strength, Ephemeron, Palalgia, and Changeling.
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WindySilver|Hobbyist Writer
Such lovely imagery! :heart:
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GDeyke's avatar
Thank you! :D
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WindySilver|Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! ^^
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squanpie|Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I said it at the start of the month, and I'll say it again now - I'm really enjoying the tales in discovering through you and this challenge.

This is even more beautiful having read through the original and seeing where it fits in. 
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GDeyke's avatar
I kind of wish I'd managed to get more cultural variety in, but having a reason to read all these fairy tales in the first place was awesome. I'm glad you're enjoying them!
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Teague-Drydan's avatar
A beautiful short based on a lovely fairy tale. Thank you for  sharing 
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GDeyke's avatar
Thank you!
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You're welcome ^^
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NamelessShe's avatar
You write so beautifully, I don't even know what or how to say things.
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GDeyke's avatar
:thanks: :heart:
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ilyilaice's avatar
Favorite line here: When I play it I think of moonlight and waves, and of yearning.
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GDeyke's avatar
Thank you!
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