The Storyteller

flash fiction

Excuse me … you want me to tell you my story? Perhaps I should hear yours first. Oh, it’s my turn? I wasn’t aware that we were taking turns. Which story should I tell you … I have so many! No, we don’t ever have just one story. We have levels of story, so that we only have to share that which we wish to share. Like you, I came through the Earth Gateway. I am here to be a record keeper. I am the gatekeeper to the records room, making sure that the records are only accessed by those that are meant to see them.

(c) September 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Life Unfolding

flash fiction

Oddly enough, the sound of the waves breaking on the boulder strewn shore had a soothing effect on me. The anger of the waves being dissipated  on the rocks represented a form of release, something that I certainly needed to do in my life. Things had been building up for a long time – boundaries were flagrantly being crossed, and I was being pushed off my path. I give thanks to the angry water around me – I now know what I have to do. Many people will not believe me, many will fight me. Game on, world!

(c) September 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Other Side Of the Door

flash fiction

We do it all the time – walk up to the door, open the door, and walk through it. Sometimes we know what is on the other side, sometimes we don’t. Sometimes the door is real, other times it is a metaphore. Which is safer – that which is real, or that which is a metaphore? Are we always assured that we can come back through that door? Do doors expand our universes, or contract them? I will tell you a secret that I have learned over time – we have the ability to create our own doors, and the ability to manifest what we want on the other side!

(c) September 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Wind Chimes

Flash Fiction

Is it true that one can read between the lines? That one can hear between the notes? That the spaces between things are our friends? The wind chimes outside my window affect me that way.  I get lost between the sounds … going deeper and deeper into a world of my own. A total “out of body” experience. Is this space my friend? Is this somewhere that I want to be? It is, in that I heal there. The problem is, that in that healing, I don’t want to leave. One day, I may make the concious choice to stay there.

(c) September 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Board Meeting

flash fiction

The basket sat on the sideboard  – a lovely package tied up with a beautiful red bow. It had arrived earlier, in time for the board meeting. The accompanying card showed the package to be a gift from a client. As the board members came in and seated themselves, Elaine quietly glanced around her. She had inherited her position on the board from her husband. She was not really welcome here. The cookies would be served with tea and coffee before the meeting began.  Three of the cookies contained poison. Three people leaving this room would die soon. She would take her chances.

(c) August 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Fine Dining

Flash Fiction

Fine dining? Yes, I like fine dining. I love the beautiful restaurants, the fine crystal and china, the well prepared and presented food and wine – I love it all. I go there to be served, to enjoy myself, to eat good food, drink fine wine, and live. This is part of my life – a part that makes me feel good about life, and about myself. We all need to do that from time to time – to dress up, enjoy an evening out, and not begrudge the cost. Life is there to enjoy – we must allow ourselves the right to do so.

(c) August 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Healing Power of Gold

flash fiction

The Japanese have an art form called Kintsugi, meaning “golden joinery” (also called kintsukuroi, meaning “golden repair”). Pottery is repaired with lacquer dusted, or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The concept behind this art is to make the repair part of the history of the item being repaired, rather than disguising it (as we in the west are wont to do). So how do I accomplish this with my life? I mean, there must be a way! I think that I will go with gold, and weave it through my dreams. Shimmering gold, wisdom from the ancient ones.

(c) August 2018 Bonnie Cehovet

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