Talisman, a micro story in Laura’s new collection

by | Jul 9, 2019 | Fiction, Flash fiction, Just in Case | 2 comments

Creative projects have a way of growing. What I thought would be a quick revamp of the ebook I give to folks who join my readers group has turned into a new collection of flash fiction. I created the majority of the 21 stories included in Just in Case this year specifically for this little book. I think it was the cover that inspired me, drew me in, told me, “You can do more.” And I did. The book will be ready by the end of this month, I reckon.

Since it’s summertime now, I’ll throw in a picture with Just in Case paired with refreshing limeade.

Does limeade deserve a story all its own? Perhaps I’ll write one. How about you?

And now, here’s “Talisman,” a story from Just in Case, a new collection of flash fiction:


Jory wore a screaming-orange sweater when he left for Bali. We took pictures at the airport, our little gang of thirty-something theater majors. Returning students we were called. Each of us wore something zany. I sported an oversize, multicolored beret. Around her neck, Susan wrapped an angora scarf—six feet long, lavender and softer than a cotton ball. Ted wore a lime-green ascot and tweed jacket with holes at the elbows. Brian pranced in cowboy boots trimmed with mother of pearl. All were flea market finds. Jory insisted they were talismans that protected us from the traps of ordinary concerns. We believed him, cheering to that notion nightly over beers at the Rite Spot. 

The vacation of his dreams is what Jory called it the June day he departed. Six weeks in paradise. Then he’d be back to enchant us with stories as we readied for a new semester. But he didn’t return as planned. He sent us a postcard instead. He declared his life was now a theater performance. How could university classes compare?

No matter how much we rehearsed after that, our scenes on stage were flat as blank paper. We gathered a few times at the Rite Spot, laughed at things we no longer found funny, confided how empty classes were without him, how suspended our lives. We tucked away our dreams along with our flea market clothes—temporarily, each of us said, certain he’d come home soon to ignite and unite us again.

Living in separate cities now, we keep in touch on Facebook. Ted saw it first: a video gone viral of an expat in Bali who stepped in front of an oncoming truck to push a fallen child to safety. The man was wrinkled with scraggly salt-and-pepper hair, his neon orange sweater unmistakable as the bumper thrust him into the air. Our talisman gone.


I wish I could paint. I’d make you a picture of Jory in his screaming orange sweater. How do you suppose he kept it from falling apart after so many years? What piece of clothing have you kept the longest? Mine is a mini dress from around 1970. I was 109 pounds at the time—way to thin for a 5’7″ female. But that’s a tale for another day.

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  1. Elaine Maikovska

    The first paragraph with all it’s varied colors and clothing accessories draws me in. The ending leaves me with a sense of sadness, lost opportunity for the theater students, and a sense of the unfairness which sometimes inhabits life. The playfulness of the “screaming neon orange sweater” also reminds that, though the talisman is now gone, each theater student, now years later, can still create their own success in life devoid of the special occult powers represented by the now left behind talisman.
    Re my own held onto clothing: I have a sleeveless rose wool sweater from high school, and probably one loved article from each decade of my life thereafter-to remind me of past loves and past interests.

  2. Laura

    Your thoughts ring so true, Elaine. I am drawn to what you said about having one loved article from each decade of your life. I’m sure you’re not alone in that. Wouldn’t that make be an excellent focus for anthology? Many of us have kept all manner of items of clothing and other things that serve as talismans.

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