The moon hid on the night they lit the Bobblins. Nature’s cold dark shoulder. Though Gary said it was Luna’s way of lending them the main stage free of luminescent interference.
Renee still felt a shudder run down her spine.
It was the depths of it.
The weight of memories that bobbed and swayed and listed ever so slightly over the mirrored pond.
Even the wind ceased. For the moment.
Was it, too, leaving the stage free of routine rustling, the air’s microphone open to the whispers of the babies, cocooned in color coded pastel uteri, waiting to be born?
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt: © David Stewart
Na'ama Yehuda 
Some lovely images in this
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Thank you, Neil! 🙂 I missed last week’s FF, so I was gonna get an early peek on this one … and the rest is … well … percolating history … 😉
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You are so so clever!!!! Loved this!!!
💚✨💚
Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.
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So so glad you liked it!!! 🙂 xoxo
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Bobblins is a great word for them! 🙂
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😀 Thank you Iain! 🙂
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Oddly, I found this a very beautiful write. To think that world would actually pause for anything….
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🙂 Ah, because, in truth, who knows … 🙂 And … yes, there was a piece of calm in it, even if only in the one character whose view perhaps got communicated, even though they were a background figure … 😉
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Beautiful language and images. Such a calm story.
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Thank you! I’m glad it spoke! 🙂
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Bobblins! Love it. And while she is worried at the stillness, maybe it’s because it hasn’t happened often enough for her to realise there is something special when that happens..Always such a lovely write.
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I mean … they ARE Bobblins, are they not?! 😀
And … yeah, I think she’s a bit too gloomy, but then again, I don’t know what her history is … so … 😉 But, yeah, perhaps she is yet to realize that it is a gift, not an omen. 🙂
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Yes. This is true. They ARE. But she does seem to be. And again, you are right. We can’t judge… I’ll send her a good vibe or two.
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Well, we sure CAN judge … 😉 But … I don’t know that it’ll change much in her, is all … 😉 As for the vibe, I can’t wait to see how she responds to a VIBE … Will it make her … um … bob? 😉
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Right. Forget I said a word… 😉 We’ll keep it amongst ourselves.
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🙂 Amongst ourselves and the Bobblins, of course, who can hear our thoughts before they are fully conceived … (did I freak you out yet? 😉 )
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Dang it. There is always a catch!
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LOL!!!
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There was good imagery and emotion. I feel there’s more to the story…
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I agree … there’s probably more to the story … but Rochelle only gives us 100 word allowance … 😀
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This reads like Sci-fi, with the ultimate in assisted reproduction. But perhaps it’s a parable. Beautiful but slightly sinister images I felt.
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Yes. Yes. And … yes … 🙂
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I really like the title of your story and my fingers are crossed that what hatches is benevolent.
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Me three! (on all counts! 😉 )
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Little blessed Bobblins. Hopefully they’re hatching into something wonderful. Love the ethereal feel to the story and hoping for a good outcome. 😉
I keenly felt the presence of your absence last week. Glad you’re back. ❤
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah, yes, I hope they hatch into beauty and goodness …
And … sorry about last week. Hoped to get to it, and didn’t. I think it is the first (?) FF that I’d missed because of scheduling (other than one other that I had made a decision to not do …). Comes to show, perfection isn’t a destination … 😉
Glad to be ‘back’!
Hugs
Na’ama
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What a wonderful scene you created. Not much longer to wait, and then … I wonder.
My story!
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Thank you! It almost wrote itself … And … yep, I wonder, too … 😉
Off to read yours!
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what a great imagination you have summoned here. well done.
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Thank you! 🙂 This photo told me the story, I just followed … 🙂 Isn’t it fun how we go such different ways every week, in response to one photo? 🙂
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There was all that beauty, peace and calm but the end gave me goose bumps. It is a frightening thought, back to being a reptile, amphibium, fish… offspring hatched.
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Ah … there was all that, eh? And … who knows what will hatch, or what is waiting, metaphorically or otherwise … A bit of goosebumps was something I had, too, in the writing. So it is apt … 😉
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They are our more direct egg-laying ancestors. 🙂 To me the frightening part was all these reports about the importance of a mother’s heartbeat, voice, closeness… how can you have that intimacy in incubators?
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Indeed! I don’t know that anything would ever replicate that environment, and I hope we never get to a place where science overtakes the human aspects of humanity. That said, I’m all for innovations in incubation and premature babies’ care. So like many other things, science is what we’ll make of it, and hopefully we’ll do so ethically.
As you, I shudder at the thought of babies raised in floating eggs without the human interaction that begins in utero.
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Beautiful imagery and a mysterious slightly sinister feel. Well done!
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Thank you, Brenda! The photo is magical, isn’t it? The imagery wrote itself … (almost…) 😉
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Bobblins… a lovely word. I’m surprised it’s not been used before.
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😀 It’s used now! 🙂 Let’s see if it makes the Merriam-Webster … 😉
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A lovely piece of lyricism.
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Thank you, Liz! 🙂 It was fun to write!
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I love “Bobblins” 🙂 Though I can’t help feeling a bit of a shudder, like what they’re doing isn’t necessarily a good thing…
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I hear ya … I’m not sure of it, either … And perhaps there’s more to Renee’s hesitation than to Gary’s nonchalance …
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I’m keeping my comment brief, cos there’s only one word needed: Wow!
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🙂 YAY! 🙂
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Color-coded uteri, waiting to be born. Lovely.
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Thanks, Linda! The colors of the eggs were just too perfect to not comment on … 😉
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Na’ama, you do such a great job with imagery.
Ronda
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Thank you Ronda!!! 🙂 I’m so pleased with this feedback. 🙂
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