My thanks to Madison Woods for using a picture I took for this week’s FridayFictioneers photo prompt. I’m looking forward to reading the many 100 word stories that will be produced by the burgeoning stream of authors in our growing group. Read Madison’s story here and comment on others and/or add your own link. Don’t be shy. We were all once in the position of submitting our first story. I, for one, look forward to writing mine and I’m sure, once you dive in, that you will be no different.
I’m fortunate to be able to say that I drive up the road that is barely visible in the lower right of the photo every time I go to work. I never forget what a special place the summit of Mauna Kea is and I never lose sight of its majesty. It is the tallest mountain in the world (when measured from the seabed floor it rises from). In the background you can see the gentle slope of the most massive (by volume) volcano in the world, Mauna Loa (Long Mountain) rising from sea level toward its summit to the right and out of the picture. Thirty six miles separates the two summits but they are within 100 feet in height of each other. Pretty amazing.
For this week’s story I felt compelled to honor the namesake of the cinder cone that is central to the image and have included a link to help you see things through my eyes. Thanks for reading and, as always, aloha. D.
She dreams of full flowing streams tumbling down gulches worn smooth and deep in the basalt backbone of Hamakua. She feels the warm sun and watches her children working the taro fields of the lowlands.
As she dreams, snow swirls out of the gray haku that wreaths her head, covering her broad shoulders with a cloak of quicksilver beneath the darkling heavens. Downslope, ocher cinder gives way to verdant ‘Ohi’a forest and the snow turns to rain that falls from on high for all the long night.
First light finds the land blessed; the streams alive with happy music of rushing water.
Poli’ahu rests as dawn comes to Hawai’i.