Karen’s directive: This week Pegman takes us to Manitoba, Canada. Feel free to use the location/picture supplied with the prompt, our take your own tour of Manitoba via Google Maps and find a view to inspire you.
Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the week’s location. You may write poetry, prose, or essay. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun!
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Here is the photo I chose from Google Maps. I hope one day to see the Northern Lights in person.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 150
WHERE TWO RIVERS MEET
Blue, purple and green snaked across the night sky. Stars twinkled through the brilliant colours.
Full and drowsy after the evening meal, warmed by the fire, Tantoo laid her head on her mother’s shoulder. “Tell me about the lights, Nikawi. Where do they come from?”
Nikawi stroked Tantoo’s hair. “They are the spirits dancing. See how they move in circles?”
“Nohkum says they are our beloved ancestors visiting us and we should respect them.”
“Your grandmother is a wise woman.” Nikawi’s eyes glittered. “One day we will dance with them.”
“I can hardly wait.” Tantoo yawned, her eyelids heavy with sleep. “I heard the elders say our way of life will end soon. Is this true?”
Nikawi did not reply.
The girl could not imagine it. The Nisichawayasihk had always hunted, fished and tended the land. In return Mother Earth rewarded their reverence. How could it not always be so?
How indeed?
There’s so much in the words said and the words unsaid in this.
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Dear D,
A child comfortable with her life…an adult for that matter…couldn’t imagine the change that soon took their way of life. Thank you for your lovely comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you for your lovely, though poignant, words.
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Lovely conversation, the mother passing on the tales her ancestors told to explain the natural world. And the difficulty of a child, to grasp the concept of impermanence, mortality, even of a culture. It is hard, even now, to conceive, when we try to imagine the end of our own culture. But it, too, may not be far away. Beautiful video.
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Dear Andrea,
And I, too, fear that we are going to see the end of life as we know it. It is hard to imagine. And for a child even harder. Thank you for your lovely comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Just listened to the first of the two interviews I saw on your site. Very interesting to hear a bit about your books and artwork and where your inspiration stems from. And Friday Fictioneers got a mention!
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Aw thanks for listening, Andrea. There’s the third interview on my book page. 😉 (If you’ve a mind to. ) https://rochellewisoff.com/a-ganza-magillah-a-great-bargain/
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Thanks!
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This was beautifully told, Rochelle!
I felt soothed by the child’s contentedness, awed by the adult’s containment and regulation, sad by the knowledge of imminent destruction by those who respected naught of the old ways that did not match their own yet sustained others for millennia. Well done!
Na’ama
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Your words humble me. In reply, I offer a simple thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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What a great image you found! And a touching story to go with it. I’m always fascinated with the meanings that people attach to the stars and other celestial phenomenon, and the Northern Lights look even more magical than most. How sad to think about how many cultures have come and gone over the course of our existence on this planet, some without leaving any records of their beliefs and legends and lives at all.
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Dear Joy,
I wonder if we’ll ever try to understand other cultures without first trying to wipe them out? Ah well, I’ll try to stay off the soap box and say thank you. As for the photo…it grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’d like to think we’re doing better at that, and keep feeling that we’re making progress. And then something horrible happens in the news again and I wonder how badly we’ve regressed. But I still have hope.
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Lovely story. I think that it took natives a long time to accept the true nature of the white-skinned invaders from across the sea.
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Dear Josh,
Unfortunately that’s true and the white-skinned invaders knew and took advantage. Of course that’s my opinion. 😉 Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Your opinion is factual. We are entitled to our own opinions, but not to our own facts 😉
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Dear Rochelle,
Wonderfully done, my friend. We white Canadians were no better than the white Americans, white English, white Spanish, white Portuguese… So many cultures have been destroyed by so many others.
I would love to see the Northern Lights too!
Shalom and lotsa love,
Dale
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Dear Dale,
What is it about white people? The FBI has stated here that the biggest threat in the US is the WHITE supremacist terrorist. Go figure. Glad you enjoyed my little bit of historical fiction. Thank you.
Shalom and lotsa hugs,
Rochelle
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Honestly.
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Your fiction was delightful and the video was cool! What s great time lapse
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Dear Yvette,
Thank you for such a lovely comment. I liked the video, too although I wish there’d been more color in it. Thanks again.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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you are right about the color part – I have seen other clips of the northern lights (and whew – so wonderful) and they were more colorful
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Bravo! Oh, bravo! What a story you’ve given us, Rochelle! Both climate change and social justice covered by a simple tale of family life, whose warmth hammered home both points. You absolutely nailed this one, Rochelle. I’m on my feet applauding!
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Dear Penny,
I’m blushing whilst taking a bow. Thank you so much.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I come late. Everything’s been said. I’ll just add one word…
Haunting
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Dear Crispina,
That word works for me. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Left me with goosebumps. I wish I didn’t know the ending of this story. Such a sweet and tender moment you’ve captured.
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Dear Karen,
I wish I didn’t know the ending either. Thank you for such a lovely comment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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How could it not be so, indeed. Great story here, Rochelle. Miigwetche! (Thank you). Hope you have a great week.
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Dear Bear Starfire,
Your words, above all others, make my heart sing. Miigwetche and todah rabah. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
So far it’s been a very good week.
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It’s been a good week here, too. We celebrated 24 yrs of legal marriage… a little over 28.5 or so of being a ‘couple’. Mostly a stay-cation this year. I took Hubby to a Hamfest, he took me to the Doll Museum… heheh!
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Sounds like a nice week. 😀 ❤
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The Northern Lights are magical, Rochelle, as is this story where the emotions dances between the words to bring life and majestic meaning.
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Dear Kelvin,
Thank you for such a magnificent comment. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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