Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #129
The midnight land, they call it
Grandad said it existed
Said he had seen it
Been there once when he was young
He showed me a strange, coloured stone
he had taken close to the beach
said he saw a mermaid leave it there
it’s blue, not any blue you have ever seen
it seems to change each time I see it
Grandad said it is hard to place to find
Like Shangri-La, you need to believe
Like Gulliver’s floating islands
Never say never, Grandad would say
You know we have our own mystic island
I saw the twinkle in his eye
Because of that, I spent hours on the cliff top
Waiting to see this strange island appear
Grandad left me his mermaid stone
I slept with it, made wishes on it
Grandad had been gone a year
When one night I felt his hand in mine
We walked around Midnight Island
Mum never believed me
I know it happened,
because I now have two blue stones…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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