MFtS: The Wind Chimes

Photo Credit: Barbara W. Beacham

“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

The four men went about making a set of wind chimes, with four empty dog food cans and an old wrench.

They hung up the windchimes on the front porch, along with a saddle. Kissing her goodbye, they disappeared. The chimes made a lovely, soothing sound in the breeze. She fell asleep.

The next morning she awoke to a scuffling noise. In front of her house was the most exquisite, pure-white unicorn she had ever seen. It had wings that moved like ballet dancers. Majestic and confident, it looked right at her, a saddle inviting her to mount.

She climbed onto the unicorn’s back and it took off, floating on the wind. She was surprised and pleased that the ride was smooth, like gliding on ice. The sky, crystal clear, welcomed them with open arms.

It would be several days before she’d be found dead in her cabin. The sheriff sighed, “Poor woman, lost four boys and a husband. What a lonely old lady and a sad life. She’s in a better place now.”

== 175 words ==

Mondays Finish the Story

Thank you Barbara Beacham for our photo prompt this week and for hosting Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge. Barbara gives us the first sentence to our story and 100 to 150 more words with which to write our story

Everyone is welcome to participate in Monday’s Finish the Story by writing your story and connecting it with the blue froggy button.

MFtS: The Wind Chimes

12 thoughts on “MFtS: The Wind Chimes

  1. What a lovely magical tale. I could visualize all of it. Dreamy is the word that comes to mind after reading this. I hope that the mother rests in peace. Thank Onchi for another great story for the MFtS challenge. Be well… ^..^

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