#BlogBattle 4: Iridescent – Where Dreams are Made

🙂 Tuesday = #Blogbattle

#BlogBattle is a weekly short story challenge using a single word for inspiration.  Hosted by the talented Rachael Ritchey. She has changed things up a little bit.  Now the word and the genre is provided.  This will definitely stretch my creative muscles as I attempt to write other types of stories.

Feel free to join in, or click here to read the current week’s stories and vote for your favorites.

This Week’s Word: Iridescent

Genre:  Fairy Tale

 Where Dreams Are Made

Stepping into the room, my Grandma looks more tired than usual.  But then again, my sister was just in here, no doubt, rambling on about her latest gymnastics competition and her plans for the Olympics.  I look the same way after one of those conversations.

“Come in Ava, sit.” My grandma says smiling brightly.

I lean over and kiss her cheek, “How are you grandma?”

“Fine, Fine.”

I set my book down on her night table before I sit down.  “What are we reading today?”

The Great Gatsby

“Ohh a classic, always a good choice.  I wish my eyes were younger, I’d love to read some of the newer novels, I hear that Nicholas Sparks is a very good writer.”

With a quiet laugh, I reply, “Yes, he is Grandma, I enjoy his books as well.”

“So, your sister is still working towards the Olympics, I do hope she makes it.  How about you? Anything exciting in your life dear? Maybe a nice fella you enjoy company with?”

“No Grandma, some things never change.  Sydney is the star, I try to stay out of the way.  And no, no fella in my life right now.”

“Oh sweetie, your sister has big dreams and that’s good she is chasing them.  You just keep being you, sometimes it takes some of us longer to realize our dreams.  But It’s never too late to go after them. And a beautiful girl like yourself, any fella would be lucky to have you.”

“Ok Grandma.” There’s no arguing with her.

“Ok then.” She settles it with a single nod. “There’s something I want you to have, and it will be our little secret.  Reach in the drawer there and pull out that book.”

I reach in and find a hard cover copy of Little Women. “Grandma, but it’s your favorite.”

With a crooked finger to her lips to quiet me she opens the book, and it’s not a book at all.  It’s a secret box.  She pulls out a piece of paper, and a golden key.  She hands me the key and unfolds the paper.  The top of the key is a large round iridescent stone encircled with diamonds, with a shiny gold heart at the tip.

“Tell your mother I need you to run an errand for me.  Go to the end of the block, take this map, follow it.   The key will let you inside, it’s a place where dreams are made.” She says with a wink.

~ ♥ ~

I do as my grandma says, I come upon this quaint little cottage in the woods.  As I pull out the key the sun illuminates the stone sending an iridescent rainbow before me.  I open the door and walk in to find a meticulously kept house.  As I begin to look around a fluffy gray rabbit hops up to my feet, I bend down to pet him, “Hey, Bunny, aren’t you cute?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not here to be cute, I’m the one who maintains this place.”

Startled I step back a little, not only because he is actually talking, but his voice it’s so raspy it sounds like he has a pack-a-day habit.

“Don’t be alarmed, my name is Bugs Bunny.” Before I can comment he raises a paw to stop me. “Not a word, Missy, my mom wasn’t very creative with the names. I mean she was poppin’ us out a dozen at a time, can’t say that I blame her. My friends call me Bugsy.”

He stretches out his paw for her to shake.  Ava reaches for it and says, “So we are friends?”

“Yeah, sure, you’re the one who started petting me.  You got a name? Or I could just stick with Missy.”

“Ava.  My name is Ava.” I say as I try to get my wits about me.

“Nice to meet you Ava.  So…I know why you are here, but do you?”

“My Grandmother sent me here, she gave me this key.” Handing it to him.

He recognizes it, “Oh, yes, Dorothy.  Such a lovely lady.”

Just then there is a ruckus coming from the kitchen.  When she looks up she sees an even bigger white rabbit, he’s huge!! She starts to go pet him when Bugsy warns, “Ava, don’t pet him.  That’s my brother.”

“That’s your brother?  He’s so much bigger than you!!”

“Yeah. Thanks for noticing.  Don’t let the size fool you, he’s a friggin’ marshmallow.  Will you excuse us a minute, check the place out, make yourself at home.”

When both rabbits get outside, Bugsy turns and says, “What is wrong with you? That could have been a disaster!!”

“She’s pretty.”

“Roger. Focus. Yes, she’s pretty.  Where’s your guy?”

“Right. Sorry.  He’ll be here soon, so how are we going to do this? The ol’ damsel in distress? Oh, 0h, go grab one of her shoes…”

Bugsy is glaring at him now. “Just stop. I was just about to tell her what’s about to happen when you show up. This ain’t no Disney picture, there’s no scripts, we do our job, bring them together, they fall in love ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, end of story.”

Roger raises a paw, trying one more time. “End of story Roger.” Bugsy stops him.

~ ♥ ~

When Bugsy comes back in the house he doesn’t see Ava, looking for her he finds her in the bedroom. “This place is absolutely beautiful.” She says in awe.

Bugsy is just about to say something to her when her attention is turned to the sound of someone trying to unlock the back door.  “Who could that be?” she says as she leaves the room.

By the time she enters the kitchen, Roger is walking in with the most beautiful human being Ava has ever seen.  Tall, dark hair, tanned skin and the kindest brown eyes the color of milk chocolate.  Ava stops dead in her tracks, gawking.  The gorgeous guy walks in carrying a sketch book, when he sees her, he stops abruptly, dropping the sketch book to the floor.  When he finally catches his breath, he says one word. “Ava.”

A little cautious, she replies, “Who are you? How do you know me?”

“I am the grandson of Althea.  I have seen you in my dreams, I never thought I would find you.”

“Ahhh…that’s quite the line there buddy,” Ava replies not buying it.  “Bugsy, who is this guy?” OMG I’m asking a rabbit.

“Ava, he’s telling the truth, Althea is your grandma’s best friend. He’s the reason why you are here.”

Roger had been thumbing through the sketch book, and stops on one picture, “Levi, did you draw these? They are really good, this one looks very familiar.”

“Yes, it does.” Still staring at Ava. He reaches for the notebook and hands it to her.  When she looks down, it’s a sketch, a sketch of her. Astonished she says, “How…how did you…?”

“It doesn’t matter, I finally found you.” Closing the gap between them, he takes her in his arms, and gives her a kiss, one that dreams are made of.

© 2017 Carrie Ann

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5 thoughts on “#BlogBattle 4: Iridescent – Where Dreams are Made

  1. Oooooohhhhhh – magical!! Oh I love magical! Romance, fairy tales, happily ever after!!! And Bugs bunny and Roger Rabbit – Haha!! 🙂

    First of all, I swear you write these just for me. Your stories always go right to my heart, funny bone, imagination etc….

    Secondly, how do you think this stuff up??? I’m always so impressed with what you come up with Lady.

    And I gotta say that I TOTALLY heard Bugsy’s voice in my head with everything you had him say. Almost like a deep raspy Joe Pesci. Lol! 😛

    I’m in heaven that you’re back to writing!! Love it love it love it!!
    xoxo

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    • Thanks Carebear!! These are a bit harder with the specific genre, but I’m having fun. Ha!! Joe Pesci, that made me laugh, and that works too, I love DeNiro, so he’s always my first choice. Just as a side note, I had a bunny named Bugsy, but he did not talk to me, lol.

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