Monday, March 17, 2014

Like Magic (a very short story) by Leanne Dyck

Spring is easing its way across Canada. Here on Mayne Island we are enjoying the budding trees and flowers. Spring is one of the most magical seasons--and to celebrate this magic, I offer...

Like Magic

It was a crisp, cool, sunny, day in mid-March. My shift at the Sun-time Day Care was winding down. I'd bundled up the kids and we were outside playing. I knew the parents would be thankfully that they wouldn't have to struggle with jacket zippers, mittens and toques. Soon, only one child remained. Allison swung into the cloudless blue sky. Instead of asking the question that was on the tip of my tongue--where is your mother, she asked,  "Do you believe in Leprechauns?"

Saint Patrick's Day was that week's theme. "Oh, yes, of course. A friend of mine is a Leprechaun."

"Really?" Her eyes widened. "What's his name?"

"Michael O'Neal. He's the king of the Leprechauns."

"What does he look like?"

"His clothes are green, his long beard red, his leather boots black and he's as big as a minute." I measured his height with my thumb and index finger.


I nodded. "You know sometimes he plays tricks on me."

"What kind of tricks?"

"He's so silly. He hides things." She giggled and I continued. "I set down my pen, my brush or my glass and then puff--like magic--it's gone."

"Gone? Forever?"

"No, he usually returns what he's taken."

"What does he like to eat?"

"Any thing green--cucumbers, broccoli, peas, green beans."

"Hey, I like peas."

"Maybe you're a Leprechaun."

"No." She laughed. "What else does he like to do?"

"He sits on my shoulder and tells me tall tales."

"What about?"

"About his long journeys to the end of the rainbow and his pot of gold."

"He's rich?"

"Oh, yes, all Leprechauns are."

"I'd like to meet a Leprechaun."

"Someday maybe you will." The iron gate made a clicking sound. I turned to look. "Hey, who's here?" I slowed the swing.

Allison planted her feet on the ground. "Mom!" She sang with irrepressible joy and bounced into her mom's arms. Then, like magic, Allison was gone.

Like Magic (revisions made in 2011)

New work from my favourite poet

The spring in trees is to my mind
So full of colors too much to find
A name for each and every one
As in rainbows after rain in sun

by Byron Dyck (my husband)

This week, as well as writing, I'll be listening to...

 Irish music at the Bennett Bay Bistro on Mayne Island 
Singer Anita McCamley and friends.

A panel discussion
7:30 p.m. on Wednesday, March 19th
Admission:  free
Alice MacKay room, Central Library
Writers:  Deryn Collier, Craig Davidson (aka Nick Cutter), Andrew Pyper, Sean Slater

Sharing my author journey

Well, it was a valiant effort. But alas I fell victim to the lure of buried treasure. These treasures were vaguely remembered stories. Stories I'd written years, months, weeks ago. So I did work on revisions. But the work was a little less directed and more wide spread then I'd wished. Ah, well, at least I had fun. And that's important. Right? : )
But, on the plus side, I did...
submit one novella last week to a book publisher
and I have...
sent two submissions away today (regarding a novel) to two book publishers as well as one submission to a literary contest. Busy day.
And I didn't win the Prism International 2014 Short Fiction contest.
But I'm interested in submitting more of my writing to Prism. In fact, that's where I'm heading right now...


Laurie Buchanan said...

Leanne - I thoroughly enjoyed your story and your husband's poem! Thank you for sharing them here.

Leanne Dyck said...

I was away from my computer for a few days--attending a literary event. So nice to come home to your kind comment, Laurie. : )