“Nathan’s Green” in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 “High Noon Lane” – flash fiction

 

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Welp, coulda bin 10 years on, come ta think. Pretty little thing, she was. Born on Nathan’s farm up yonder. Her folks jest up and disappeared. They say it was round noon they found her. Jest layin there in the tall grass out near the lane. That’s why they decided on callin it, High Noon Lane. Seemed appropriate to most folks. Me, I’d a called it Nathan’s Green.

Why?

Well hell! Why d’yah think? Dumb City folk don’t know a lane from a pile a grass.

©Jen Goldie 3/20/2019

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 “High Noon Lane”

 

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"Life is made up of small comings and goings and for everything we take with us, we leave a part of ourselves behind" - Summer of 42

11 thoughts on ““Nathan’s Green” in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 “High Noon Lane” – flash fiction”

    1. Oh. My grandparents were from England and Scotland. I’ve never been to either. Though I have a deep seated desire to go to Scotland for some reason. She somehow draws me. This piece just came to me as did the dialect. I don’t know Norfolk although I’ve heard the name. My grandmother was from London and still dear in my heart. Maybe she wrote it 🙂 Funny how things JUST happen.

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