Sherlock Holmes

flash fiction

Some things make us feel safe, they take us into another world. Sherlock Holmes does that for me. Holmes and Watson are very defined characters. Characters that I see them as living people. Flesh and blood people. They existed, in a lovely, if sometimes shadowy, Victorian world. We know their strengths and their weaknesses. We know all about the bolt holes, and the “irregulars”. We know that each perplexing mystery has a solution. Woud it really be so bad to go back to that gasogene world? Is there a portal somewhere that will allow me to become one of them?

(c) January 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Other Side Of The Doorway

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I close my eyes, and the doorway is still there. Doorway … gateway … all the same. What matters is that it is there, in front of me. Do I go through, or not? Does it matter what is on the other side? It is my choice, my future. A round doorway … no sharp edges … all I need to do is step through. Green on this side, green on the other side. A very living, breathing green. I will never know what is there … unless I make the choice to walk up those steps. I close my eyes, and feel myself drifting into the future.

(c) January 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Christmas Angel

Christmas Angel

I lit the fire in the fireplace, and sat down, drink in hand. This was a tradition for me, every night of the Christmas season. The tree went up on December 1st, and came down on New Year’s Day. I loved decorating it – placing the bits and pieces that I had collected over the years on the branches, writing a new story with them each year.

The little angel at the top – her story stays the same each year. She was a gift from someone that had left my life. She reminds me of good times, and bad.

I honor her, and she honors me.

(c) December 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Christmas Ornaments

Christmas Ornaments

Amanda sat, staring at the Christmas ornament sitting in from of her. Odd how memories can be attached to inanimate objects. It had been her mother’s, but her mother was dead.

Why had her mother kept it? Why not give it away – or throw it away. Her mother had clung to it all these years. For her it represented hope. For Amanda, it represented the day that her father had walked out of their lives – never to return. She put the memory back in the box, and put the lid on. She was not going to allow this memory to haunt her.

(c) December 2017 Bonnie Cehovet

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What the Cards Say to Each Other

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Cards from the Morgan-Greer Tarot

King of Rods: “That was an interesting reading! I was very clear on what the Seeker was to do, and you, Fool, you did not make clear what the consequences would be if they were to take the action they want to take!”

The Fool: “With you on the one side, pushing your vision, and the Empress on the other side,  insisting on balancing things, what was I to do!”

The Empress: “Fool, I do not always appreciate you trying to turn balance into risk! I could not temper the King of Rods, but I could temper you!”

So Be It!

(c) November 2017
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Little Things Count

Earth Day Flash Fiction

The war had been going on for many years. All over the earth actions had been taken – grave actions, with consequences that went far beyond what the eye could see. The land was disintegrating, the seas were being poisoned, fires were ravaging the land, the winds were wrecking carnage.

The Council had met many times, under clandestine circumstances, in Zurich, Hong Kong, New York, and London. No one ever saw them together, no one knew what they discussed, no one knew the financial considerations.

Earth needed to be saved, and saved now. That is what the Watchers were there for.

(c) April 2015 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Skill of the Mask

Flash Fiction

There are masks all around us – every day, everywhere. Some are shoddy, and slip easily. Some are created with great care, and wear well. Does your mask wear well? Do you wear your mask, or does it wear you? If you wear your mask, in the blink of an eye you can take it off and replace it. If it wears you – well, it might be there forever, essentially becoming a false mask, or it might slip off entirely, without you being aware, and leaving you open to the world.

How important is your mask to you? It is a connundrum.

(c) September 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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