Giant and Strawberry – Flash Fiction

                 There sits a statue in Woodbury public gardens. This statue was carved for an old estate, but the sculpture was never paid, so he decided to sell it to his home town. It sits in a small marble gazebo in the midst of the town’s prized roses. This statue, is of a woman bending down slightly in order to pick up a book, resting on a low pedestal. And so she’s stayed, watching the seasons bloom and pass. People have come to her garden to paint, walk, laugh, and even find love. She thinks fondly of the many proposals she has seen amongst her flower beds. She wishes to tell these young ones what to do, but alas, she is stone and is destined to watch and listen. Frozen, forevermore. The statue watches.


                A group of school children runs around the statue, smelling roses, teasing each other, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. The statue is enjoying it too, she loves to watch the children run, and hear them laugh. Bright days in her still, silent life. Two children stop to look at her for a minute, then continue on their mad dash to nowhere.They were in her sight for a short while, but they made an impression. A boy and a girl, both with blue eyes, and freckles. The boy is tall for his age and has dark brown hair. The girl is shorter and stouter than others, with light strawberry blonde. The statue gives them names, without bothering to listen for the children to call them out. ‘The boy is Giant,’ she decides, ‘and the girl is Strawberry.’


               Another field trip, another visit from Giant and Strawberry. They are older now, and they don’t run as much as they used to. But they still walk and smile, good friends. They walk to the statue and gaze up into her face. They have changed very little. The statue thinks they must be at least eleven or twelve by now. They are called away, to the posy palace.


                       The next visit from Giant and Strawberry is at night. Alone, just the two of them. They have a picnic basket, and a quilt. They must be somewhere in highschool, by the look of them. They spread the blanket in front of the statue, and begin to eat. They talk quietly, and laugh quite a lot. The statue looks at them and then at the sky, it is clear what brought them here tonight. A meteor shower adorns the sky and Giant pulls Strawberry close, and watches the stars rain down.


                      The statue received many visits from Giant and Strawberry, over the next few years. Often it was the two of them, together. But sometimes they seemed to have an argument and come here. The statute does not know why they chose to come to her for comfort, but she accepted it all the same. But soon the fights began to travel to the statue, eventually, after months of shouting, they made up. This lasted for several months. The next time the statue saw them together at her base it was very different.

                              The statue judged they were in college by now. They were silent, they weren’t holding hands. They sat at the base of the statue, and didn’t say anything for the longest time.

                              Giant burst into a proclamation of love. Strawberry said she felt it too, but, he had done something wrong. He asked for how long, and she said back to when their rough patch had started. Giant opened a little box, something glittered in the darkness. A ring. He was on the verge of tears, begging, pleading for her to take it. She was crying. She shook her head, and almost screamed.

                              “I found somebody else, Charlie.” Her body racked with sobbs. “Someone that doesn’t lie to me. Someone that doesn’t nitpick about every little thing I writes.” Charlie snapped the box shut and turned away from her.

                              “I’ve said sorry, I have tried to make it up to you. But nothing is ever good enough.”

                               “Flowers don’t make it up, Charlie. Actually trying to be nice does. Charlie, face it. You’ve changed, I’ve changed. We are too different for each other. I’m done.” She crossed over to him and pecked him on the cheek. She says in a soft tone, void of any hate or anger. “Have a nice life. I’m sorry I won’t be in it.” A genuine wish. Charlie sat down and watched Strawberry walk away. He stared up at the statue, as Strawberry’s retreating form was lost to the darkness. The statue wanted to scream at him to get her. To apologize, to truly make it up to him. She wanted to scream at him, this wouldn’t have happened if you had talked to me. But then she stopped. She remembered, I am a statue, I can’t tell him anything. Charlie savagely pulled the ring from the box and almost threw it away. The statue now wanted to thump him on the back of the head, that would be wasting so much money. But he just looked at it. A plain, silver ring. Nothing too fancy, or too expensive either. He looked at the statue, and slipped the ring on her finger.

                                  “I don’t need it anymore. Selina doesn’t either I guess.” He shrugged and walked slowly away.

                                   She longed to take it off of her finger and give it back, or at last to stroke it, twist it, do something with it, like couples in love often did. But she couldn’t. A homeless man walked through her flower beds and saw the glittering ring on her finger. He ran up to her and tried to snatch the ring. But it didn’t budge. It stayed rock solid, as if it had been carved from the same marble as the statue. He gave it up as a lost effort and trudged away.

                                  The statue stood and watched years go by. She never saw Strawberry, Selina, again. But she saw Charlie often. He brought his family to see her, he would sometimes come alone to talk to her. Niether Charlie or the statue knew why he did this, but perhaps it had to do with the ring that had lived on her finger for all of these years. Time passed and more love came and went. Charlie’s children spent many hours playing, laughing and courting in her sight. And all the while, the statue watched.


This is for the CWWC -2017, Challenge 1. For Team Half-Blood. Let’s be Lost.  

I used all three prompts for this challenge.


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