Prompt: broken by in_the_blue. 100 Word Stories
Liana Mir
Liana Mir reads, writes, and wrangles the muses from her mundane home in the Colorado Rockies and, occasionally, from the other side of the Barrier.
Series Listing
16 — 02. Summer
When the Clock Strikes Midnight
16 — 02. Summer through 03. Autumn
16 — 03. Autumn through 17 — 01. Spring
16 — 03. Late Autumn
16 — 03. Late Autumn
17 — 02. Summer
17 — 02. Summer
18 — 01. Spring
Song Between the Waking and the Dreaming
20 — 04. Winter
21 — 01. Spring
Don’t Remind Me That It’s Over
21 — 02. Summer
21— 02 Summer through 22 — 01 Spring
Name Me Another (or Glass Angel, Redux)
22 — 01. Spring
22 — 01. Spring
22 — 02. Summer
22 — 03. Autumn
23 — 02. Summer
23 — 02. Summer
History Lesson on the Night Train
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 04. Winter
23 — 04. Winter
24 — 02. Summer
AU 21 — 04. Winter
Normal written in coffee grounds
Glass Angel
He had to name her to have her.
Jordan Michael gave her the glass angel in Glaston and asked her to marry him, but did he really know her in the first place?
22 — 01. Spring
Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction
Flash Fiction Short Story
Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction
Flash Fiction Short Story
Jordan Michael gave her the glass angel in Glaston. He bent his knee, asked her to marry him, and she met his gaze quite calmly and asked, “What is my name?”
He called her ‘angel’ when he read from books he thought she’d like. She had. He called her ‘sweetheart’ when he read about special humans with strange superpowers. But he’d stopped asking that and now she had turned the question around.
Jordan Michael fished his mouth, then, “You never told me, love.”
The glass angel slipped from her fingers, crashed on the pavement. He wouldn’t or couldn’t name her.
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Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction
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Seems metaphorical. How can he know her if she won't let him?
A rose by any other name...
To her, you can name anyone you know, and she has been herself with him enough for him to name her. But as a 100-word story, I was obliged to compact that concept as much as possible.
I like this concept. I didn't get it completely the first time I read it, but I'm not sure why. The last line is pretty clear. Maybe if you gave an example of her naming someone else without having to be told? I know it's only 100 words, so figuring out how to include it...! I've never tried to write such short fiction. You've accomplished quite a feat!
I'm glad you liked it! I do have a hard time finagling in basic premise details (like specials, of which she's one) and story concept and story itself. 100 words can be so sparse! But you have a point. Next time, I'll show her naming him, even if just in her head.
I really liked this. I imagined it set in London's Covent Garden for some reason. I guess they both have a magic of their own. 🙂 This seems like an idea ripe for further exploration! Nice work!
Thank you! It does belong to a world much larger than this piece alone, and someone convinced me to write more on this incident in particular here: "Pause the Sonata".
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I liked this little glimpse of doomed love. Funnily enough I pictured it in a setting that could have been Covent Garden!
Someone else said that too! Makes me curious. I've never seen Covent Garden, but I'm glad you liked the story.