Hannedy’s Flowers
Two flash fiction stories from the life of Hannedy, an elderly environmental conservationist who was once a little girl playing in her mother’s garden.
Two flash fiction stories from the life of Hannedy, an elderly environmental conservationist who was once a little girl playing in her mother’s garden.
Here’s another short story from back in my college days, when I was taking courses in creative writing.
I’ve taken some liberties with Baba Yaga in this tale and created my own lost girl to meet with her. This Baba is a lot more like a grumpy old Sophie Hatter than the devilish pestle-wielding crone in the Cinderella-adjacent story of Vasilisa, but there have been many Babas Yaga in Slavic folklore–sometimes multiple in the same tale–so I don’t think I’ve strayed too far beyond the realms of possibility here.
Written in the fall of 2016, this is still one of my favorites. Just about everything I wrote that autumn and the following spring was a joy to work on.
I thought this might make a good book someday. There’s a partially-developed world that I would love to dig into further: part 18th-century pirate story, part magical post-apocalypse, and lots of potential.
In this strange environment, I was able to explore transitional spaces between land and sea, human and Other, by placing a land-based pseudo-biologist medicine man on a ship in the middle of the ocean.