The Rise of Eventide: Flash Fiction

Updated on December 12, 2017
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Chris has written more than 150 flash fiction/short stories.Working Vacation took 21st out of 6,700 in the 2016 Writer's Digest competition.


A young maiden named Eventide, proud owner of her own stone house and a field capable of producing much more food than she could ever eat, was also the repository of a broken heart. An illness, whether the curse of angry gods, the conjuration of wicked men or simply the stuff of life, had taken her parents along with the elderly and very young across the valley.

She was grateful that her father had worked hard to provide for his family. The sum total of his life’s work was this house, the field surrounded by a sturdy stone wall, the well that never failed to provide clear, cool water, the stone barn, Archibald the sway-backed plow horse, a milk cow and a few chickens.

Following her father’s example for time and conditions, Eve planted the field with seeds from his final crop. She buried and watered them, then fertilized them with dung from the animals.


On the morning after she finished planting, she went outside to witness the devastation. Birds of every kind were digging up her precious seeds and eating them with impunity. She ran this way and that, waving her shawl and screaming until her voice and her will gave out. She fell to the ground, weeping, pleading for the illness to return and take her as well.

News of her misfortune reached the village. When she hitched Archibald to the wagon and went to town to purchase supplies, Ailbeart, who now ran the dry goods store after the death of his own father, goaded her about the failure of her first crop.

“You need a good man to take care of you, Eve. With the farm as dowry, you could do very well for yourself.” He finished the little spiel with a wink and a nod.

“I have nothing against a good man, dear Ailbeart,” said Eve. “If, in the course of your business dealings, you should meet one, please send him my way.” She returned the wink and nod and walked away.


But the words of Ailbeart haunted her. She was doing her best to rid the field of the fowl, but it was taking all of her time and energy. Maybe the storekeeper was right, and this life was too much for a woman. But this she could not and would not accept. She renewed her efforts and drove the birds off day after day until it was clear she was winning the battle. She could not bare the thought of continuing this fight, though. She set her mind to finding a way to keep the birds away for good.

I need someone equally skilled at chasing away my feathered foes. She had heard of the craft of forming a human shape that could scare birds out of a field, so she made it that day’s project. Her father’s farm clothes stuffed with dried grass made a believable body. An old grain sack, likewise filled with grass, sufficed for a head. Button eyes a radish nose and a string bean mouth even had her keeping a suspicious eye on her creation. She wove a straw hat and placed it on its head, then carried it into the field. She buried the end of a board in the ground and tied the figure to it with strips of cloth. Eve stepped back to admire her work.

“Hello there,” she said with a curtsey. “My name is Eventide, Eve for short. I don’t get many visitors out this way. Won’t you stay for dinner?”

The button eyes stared back and the string bean smile never wavered. Somehow the little scene left her sad and lonely.


Day after day the birds continued to raid her field. She threw stones, waved her hands and shouted until not even a feather remained. But the straw stuffed figure had been a failure.

Eve woke one morning to a ruckus outside. She looked out the window and saw a man who was attempting to chase away the birds. To Eve, it didn’t matter that he was trying to help, trespassing was trespassing. She grabbed her father’s machete and stormed out the door.

Words were on the verge of flying out of her mouth about her property and having things under control here and thank you, but please move on. Two things stopped her and sent her back to the other side of the stone wall. The first was her father’s clothes. The second was the board tied to the man’s back at his waist and chest. He turned. Their eyes met. And Eve fled to the house.

She was too frightened to look outside. What had gone wrong? What evil had found its way to her farm? She hid along the wall in her bedroom with the straw tic pulled close, the blade of the machete cold against her arm.


By late afternoon, she suspected it had been an early morning dream. She crawled out of her hiding place. Her muscles ached from lying on the floor all day. She looked out the window toward the field. Everything was as it should have been. The birds were gone, the crops were safe and the human figure stood tied to a board that was buried in the ground.

Machete in hand, Eve ventured out. Lifeless button eyes stared straight ahead. The radish nose and string bean mouth clearly needed changing. She remembered when he had turned toward her that morning, the soft eyes, the strong, handsome face.

Eventide sat on the rocky ground. She had turned her life around and made the little farm successful. She had even earned the respect of the townspeople.

But the woman in her wanted more. She breathed deeply, afraid to speak, more afraid not to.

“I’m going back inside now. My invitation stands.” She rose from the ground, brushed the dust from her dress and went to the kitchen to make dinner.


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      Chris Mills 15 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      Thank you Lawrence. Glad you enjoyed it.

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      Lawrence Hebb 15 months ago

      Really enjoyed the story.

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      Shauna L Bowling 16 months ago from Central Florida

      What a story! A tad on the creepy side, but cool nonetheless.

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      Chris Mills 16 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      Ruby, Thanks for reading and for the very kind words. I'm glad the story caused a little nostalgia for you.

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      Chris Mills 16 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      MizBejabbers, the fact that you want to read my stories is an encouragement and a compliment. Thank for reading the story.

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      Chris Mills 16 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      Bill, My son told me the other day to stop trying to write stories and just write. That's what I was doing with this one, just letting words build the way they wanted. Thank you for those confirming and encouraging words.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 16 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Oh, I loved this charming story, especially Eve's reply to Ailbeart. This reminded me of the stories I adored reading as a child. You are so gifted!

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      Doris James-MizBejabbers 16 months ago

      This really was a good lead line, but it also had an ending that left me speechless. I love your stories, Chris, and I hope to find time to read more.

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      The first sentence of a story is so important, and here we see one used to full advantage, hooking us and making us want more. Excellent job, Chris!

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      Chris Mills 16 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      Venkatachari M, I'm glad you found it both wonderful and terrifying. I like that. I'm not sure I understand the identity of the man yet. Maybe we will have a chance to find out.

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      Chris Mills 16 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      Eric, Thank you for that very kind comment. Glad you liked it.

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      Chris Mills 16 months ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      manatita, Thank you for stopping by. I'm not sure I know who he is either.

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      Venkatachari M 16 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Wow! It is both wonderful and terrifying. Whether it was somebody to win her love or was it some alien? Great fiction!

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      Eric Dierker 16 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Fantastic, it is always such a joy to read your stories. I count you as one of the gifts I receive.

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      manatita44 16 months ago from london

      Great story! I wonder who that man was? A hard way to make a living! Nice one.