This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt. I’ll add the link though it like as not won’t work.
I have walked this path so many times, as many as the white spring flowers in the grass of the hill, as many as the stars I see framed by the entrance stones. The stone is smooth beneath my feet and and I trace with blind fingers in the dark, the whorls of life carved into the walls, like waves upon the sea. I have no need of eyes to see, nor of fingers to touch. The air sings with the magic of the old ones and guides me to the heart of the hill where I am one with the earth. Until the time comes when my bones will lie with the bones of the seers who paced this path before me, I will walk and watch and tell my stories to who will listen.
The darkness draws me inwards, and the voices grow stronger, louder, painting their pictures of the world beyond the veil. The veil. It falls before my eyes and I falter. The path is smooth but the echoes are disturbing and I hug the wall, reaching for the comfort of the stories etched into the stone. Echoes. Voice, high and strident, float through the air, dispelling the magic. I hold my breath, and the pale translucent forms of the speakers stride towards me. Ghosts of another time, caught like me in the paths of the darkness. They laugh and point at the flat stones of the altar. They carry lights with them, swinging them high to chase the shadows, and like a nightbird, I am caught in the light, and they see me.
There is nowhere to hide, and why should I hide when this is my place, my path to walk? I stand in the path, my palms raised in friendship, but the ghosts back away in a disorderly huddle, tripping and stumbling in their haste to get back to the sunlight. Sunlight. They are of the sunlight, and of a sudden, I realise that I am of the twilight, soon to be of the darkness. I look longingly to the rectangle of sky beyond the door and know that my time has come. The world belongs to the high-voiced ghosts, and I am for the dark.
Wow–great story. I was not expecting the twist that the narrator is “of the twilight.”
I don’t mean twilight as in ‘Twilight’. Just as at the evening of his/her world.
Yes, I got that. I would never think “Twilight.” Hahaha.
Just checking 🙂
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Superb!
Thank you!
The pleasure is mine. I thoroughly enjoyed the reading of it.
Beautiful, Jane.
The link came through… to my spam box.No idea what they are playing at lately!
I’m glad it did. That’s the second time I sent it, but the comment never turned up. I’m keeping my head down and hoping the gremlins forget about me.
I make a point of checking spam regularly… the oddest things end up in there.
Something I rarely remember to do.
Way too much gettng lost in there lately from friends.
I’ll have a look. I’m not the only one being chained up as a spammer.
No, it happens a lot.
I’ve contacted the Akismet people since the happiness engineer can’t do anything about it.
Fingers crossed that they can.
I just managed to post a comment! Fingers crossed…
Whoo hoo! 🙂
I’ll say thank you here, Sue 🙂
I really enjoyed reading ths Jane. Very imaginative.
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. I love Sue’s prompts. She picks some really inspiring photos.
She does indeed. I look forward to Thursdays to see what she has in store for us.
This excellent, it draws me in . Your story is not unlike my nonet on the subject. I think a lot of us have similar reactions to the prompt. I do like yours! 😊
Thank you! I read yours but couldn’t leave a comment. Been having spam problems. I think we’re fixed now so I’ll go back to it.
🤗 I was at the vets so that’s why it’s said awaiting moderation, I had not yet approved it. xxxx
That’s good to know. Hope the vet wasn’t too dramatic.
No all is good now !! 😍😘
The comment says awaiting moderation. I’d be interested to know if it’s in spam. If it is, We’re not fixed after all.
Sorry are you having trouble with your email, lots of people are WP playing us up?
I had one nasty problem when my account was blocked altogether, and for the last few days I’ve been blocked from commenting as a spammer. Looks like the spam police are investigating elsewhere now.
Eeek! The spam police!! Scary!!
Shush! They’re listening!
Quick let’s dip in this door way and hid, shuss!!
Maybe not THAT doorway…
Okay you choose!
There’s a neat little wardrobe door ajar over there…
I love this story. “I am of the twilight, soon to be of the darkness.” Beautiful!
I’m glad you like this one—it’s sort of up your street.
Yeah, it is=)