Feeling Groovy 2 of 3 (short story) by Leanne Dyck

(photo by Leanne Dyck)

Part one (in brief):  Over-stressed Mara pours herself a glass of wine and tries to unwind from her hard day, but she hears a noise coming from her basement. In the basement, she watches as one of the concrete dissolves and forms a gateway into an exotic world. A bunny as her guide, Mara begins to explore this world.

Feeling Groovy (part 2)

Hand-in-hand, the bunny and I skipped up the path. I saw lollipop trees and candy floss clouds. Birds sang the familiar words, "Feeling groovy."

The music grew louder. We climbed a small hill and saw a group of people dancing to music made by a brown bear with a guitar and an orange cow with a cowbell hanging around her neck.

The bunny led me over to a woman who was leaning against a lollipop tree. Her dress was fashioned from a fabric of eye-popping colours—orange, yellow, and green swirls. The sleeves were wide, the skirt full. Round, steel-framed glasses balanced on her nose, and a thin, leather band wrapped around her head. Her sun-bleached, straight hair fell to the middle of her back. I watched as she wove daisies into a long chain.

The bunny seemed to explode with joy. "She came. She came."

"Chill, dude. Don't have a cow." Her words swirled around lazily in the air until they finally landed on my eardrums. "It's all cool. Everything is groovy."

"She came. She came," he sang. "This is her. This is Mara."

The woman finished making the daisy chain. She didn't walk; she danced in a flowing spiral over to where I stood. "Far out." She slipped the chain over my head. "Welcome to my side of the wall." And I thought she said, "My name's Wendy."

But when I repeated her name, she corrected me. "No, my name's Windy—with an 'I,' dig?"

"Dig? Dig what?" I asked.

Instead of answering me, she joined the party.

Everyone had long hair. The women wore dresses like Windy's. The guys' blue jeans were faded, and their cotton shirts hung loose.

Windy's arms flew gracefully in the air like wings. Her bracelets sparkled in the sunlight. Her dress floated around her like feathers.

A few minutes later, Windy rejoined me. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like the tune?"

"Yes, I like—"

She didn't wait for me to finish my sentence. "Well, then join the happenin', man."

"No, I'm too shy," I told her.

"Mellow out," was all she said before she returned to the party.

Maybe, here, I can dance. I closed my eyes. The music filled my body. I felt like I was flying on each note. I feel so, so groovy.

"Outta sight," I heard Windy say.

I opened my eyes, and I was dancing.

Next post:  Sunday, September 11th approximately 5 PM PST
And then-- And then-- You logged on next week to see what happened next. (I hope)

photo by Leanne Dyck

Picture Books in Canada

Nimbus Publishing

'Locally, nationally and internationally, Nimbus is best known and widely recognized as the premier publisher of books about Atlantic Canada.' -from their web site

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Sharing my author journey...

Acceptance is so close that I can taste it. Every time I open the mailbox I expect to find it, waiting. 

I'll tear that letter open and read:  Yeah, of course we want to publish it. Are you crazy? Who won't?

I received two letters on Tuesday...

Feeling Groovy 1 of 3 (short story) by Leanne Dyck

Feeling Groovy is magic realism (also called magical realism or magical realist fiction)

Magic realism:  takes place in a world that resembles our own, except for the introduction of a magical element, which cannot be explained by the conventions of our reality.

(From the article literary terms:  magical realism, science fiction and fantasy) 

"feeling groovy" at the Mayne Island Fall Fair

photo by Leanne Dyck

Feeling Groovy

I work in the complaints department of a major telephone company. It had been an especially stressful day -- one irate customer after another. And I knew they didn't want excuses, they wanted someone to take blame.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." It was a song I sang daily, but never more frequently than today. Even though my shift was over and I was at home, my body still trembled, my head still throbbed. I poured myself a glass of red wine and tried to relax with a paperback on the sofa in my living room. Before I could take a sip I heard something. The sound increased in volume as I descended the stairs to the laundry room. I pressed my ear against the cold, concrete wall. A guitar strummed. A cowbell ran out. Voices were singing. Hey, I know that song. That's Simon and Garfunkel's Feeling Groovy.

All of a sudden there was an odour, like a million flowers had been shoved up my nose.

A silver fog drifted up from the floor. Fog or smoke? And where there's smoke, there's...

"Fire!"

But there was no fire.

The fog turned sky blue, then spring green, then bright orange, then purple. It drifted up to the ceiling and then slowly began to clear. Blinding rays of sunlight poured out of the hole, where the wall had been. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light I saw a green meadow. A green meadow in the wall of my laundry room? How can... It can't. I need my eyes checked or my head read.

"Mara." Some one was calling my name.

I strained my eyes to the very edge of the meadow. A purple cow was munching strawberry red grass. I rubbed my eyes.

A bunny wearing a top hat hopped down the oatmeal cookie path. "Mara," he called. He stopped right in front of me and looked up. "Come on, Mara. We've been waiting for you." He wrapped his paw around my pinkie finger. Something about his touch eased my worry.

Hand-in-hand, the bunny and I skipped up the path. I saw lollipop trees and candy floss clouds. Birds sang the familiar words, "Feeling groovy." (click on this link to hear the song performed by Simon and Garfunkel)

Next post:  Sunday, September 12th (approximately 5 PM PST)
Log on next week for the continuation of Feeling Groovy--and find out where the bunny takes Mara.

Or why wait? 
"Feeling Groovy" is one of the stories in the Figure in the Mist anthology (ATLA publishing)
If you live in the United Kingdom, order here.
If you live in North America, order here.

photo by Leanne Dyck

Picture Books in Canada

Creating Children's Books

at the University of British Columbia

photo by Leanne Dyck

Sharing my author journey...

It's still summer (officially until September 22nd) but I've already started thinking about what I'd like to achieve this fall.