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I skirt the village, my excuse readied. Nobody cares. Just weird Boala doing weird things.
Alone, I play my made-up songs, where nobody can say they’re nontraditional and wrong.
Finally reaching Jantara House, I sneak in, wary of witnesses. Jantara is forbidden. Haunted, they say. Evil magic.
But it grants your dreams, others say.
Jantara is rickety outside, dusty inside. I beg for success. Beautiful Harona. If she loved me, everyone else would. Blacksmithing skills, enough to please my father.
Kaleidoscopic images shimmer like warped reflections, disappear. A tiny person hangs midair, like a cocoon. “What do you really want, Boala?”
I flounder. If not acceptance, what?
Wild visions churn, throbbing in my ears and chest.
Outside, I’m dazed, struggling to recall specifics. Nothing. Wasted time.
Walking home, my heart shifts: this whole village wastes my time. I’ll leave. Tomorrow.
Somewhere out there, others will appreciate my tune.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw prompt. Thanks as always to Josh and Karen for hosting this fun flash fiction challenge! This week, Pegman takes us to Xinhua China, which has many more Google images than I might have expected; it was fun to explore. Click on the link above to see what images the other participants found, and read the stories those images inspired. And as always, feel free to join in — everyone’s welcome!
The title made slightly more sense in an earlier version, where it was hinted that Boala had created his own clay mouth-pipe that made slightly different sounds than the traditional ones of his isolated subculture. I also had many more ideas about the kaleidoscopic experiences he had inside the house than I had word count to explore them in. I trust my readers can fill in the gaps with their own fertile imaginations.