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A trumpeting sound

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Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

Snow continued to fall. It wasn’t going to let up any time soon. I stood still. Had I entered the spirit realm? My grandfather told me we each had an animal spirit. And mine was the elephant.

I saw the elephant at the tree. So, how is it possible I saw me looking at the elephant. I didn’t pay much attention when my grandfather told me stories of the spirit realm and the animal spirit. Now, here I was and he wasn’t.

Elephants had thick hides, yes? Yet, I felt the cold biting through my thick hide. The falling snow landed on my broad back. I shivered.

I shivered again. Was that goosebump chills or the winter cold? It would be dark soon and I was still miles from home. How did the elephant and I become one?

And to add to the weird stuff, there was a tiny house stuck to the trunk of a tree. I started to laugh, for I had a trunk stuck to my face. But all that came out was a trumpeting sound. Oh dear!

And as darkness covered the land, I saw mice emerged from the roof of that tiny house. I hate mice, I hate rodents. Grandpa! I screamed. Get me out of this spirit realm. All I heard was a trumpeting sound. And the trumpet of screams continued.

By C.E. Pereira
(5-2-2019)

This is written for February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt hosted by D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror

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Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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