For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt
As far as I can remember, the gate has always stood open. Not held open by a tangle of brambles, old car tyres or other urban rubbish, nor rusted open, hinges refusing to swing the other way. It is simply open. The grassy ride beyond is short and inviting. Not mown short or worn by passing vehicles, just short as if rabbits or sheep have been busy on it. It is a gate nobody uses in a wall nobody notices around a domain without a big house. The high wall, in perfect repair, encloses trees, tall and stately, and the rabbit or sheep-cropped turf. Nothing else. No ruins show where a once proud house once stood, no charred remains the evidence of a devastating fire. The grass rolls unhindered to the far walls and back again, unchanging, day after day.
At night, the gate stands open still, and the grassy sward is silver beneath the moonlight and the starlight. At night, the tree-lined ride leads to a house of silvery stone, with a graceful perron and tall, airy windows. From the open windows come the faint sounds of music and laughter, and your heart will yearn to join the happy crowd. But you must not enter through the gateway, nor walk the grassy silver sward, for the ghosts will take your hands and lead you in their never-ending dance of forgetfulness, and from the inside, the gate is always closed.
LOVE that closing line 🙂 Wonderful micro Fiction Jane 🙂
Thank you! Sue’s photos are always so mysterious, they make superb prompts 🙂
I entirely agree 🙂 this one grabbed me the moment I saw it !
Wonderfully spooky. I love the gradual change in the colour from green to dark blue…. 🙂
Thanks Fran 🙂 It’s the kind of spooky I like.
BRILLIANTLY DONE! This is a ghost-gothic for the ages! The metaphor of the gate, the ghosts and the life/death elements, are perfectly done here! Wow who would imagine from a prompt this little bristle of unease prickling our bones! I love it!
I’m glad you like this. It is only a little bristel of unease. I’d be tempted to go off with the dancers, I think.
Definitely! I’m a big fan of gothic fiction, I heard that it was revived in Nova Scotia of all places (actually quite apropos if you think of the climate). The ability to convey unease in a short story isn’t easy, makes me think of Tales of the Unexpected. Brava!
Thank you! Thinking about it, the inspiration must have been subliminally Le Grand Meaulnes. I wouldn’t have used the word ‘domain’ otherwise.
One of my favorite books, how I wish he had written more, what makes someone write one TERRIFIC book and then never again?
Could be because he was killed in the war shortly afterwards. Germans again…
Well I immediately thought of “Hotel California”. This is quite a bit classier though. (K)
I’d never have been drawn to Hotel California to be honest. Far too bright and noisy, and I detest tequila 🙂
California and well…Americans. We are what we are.
And we like what we like. Or don’t 🙂
This is excellent Jane loved the imagery you created and that wonderful notion of the gate being closed from the inside is both exciting and slightly creepy…..you achieved all this in so few words, loved it…
Thank you Michael! That last bit came to me as I was writing the end. Seemed natural to me. Different perspectives and all that 🙂
Just the kind of story I like. Ghosts, and a twist!
I am terrified of the kind of ghosts that can be both intangible and horribly capable of mass murder. My ghosts are more the gentle insistent kind. Glad you like them too 🙂
Masterful spin on a a gate that calls you in and once you cross over you may never return. Your imagination is boundless Jane, I really truly was lost in the story, felt I was behind that gate, dancing and forgotten myself!….Gina
Thanks Gina 🙂 We must share the same sort of imagination. I think I wouldn’t have been able to resist entering that domain if ever I’d seen it.
We must! And yes I would walked in, my curiosity would have got the better of me! Happy to connect through the stories!
Me too 🙂
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Thanks Sue! I love the atmosphere in this photo 🙂
It was a particularly interesting spot 🙂
Did you go in?
Oh yes… and back out too. But it was day 😉
Ah.
Love this , a great ghost story!!
Thank you! I’m glad you like this 🙂
I did!! 😊
Wondered where that was going… should have known! The transition between paras was astonishing by the way. Lovely piece! Really captured my imagination.
I’m glad! It carried me along with it, almost as if I wasn’t in control of where it went.
I love when writing happens like that! 😊
Sarah’s probably right. The Sidhe got hold of it and let it where they wanted it to go.
Absolutely! It happens…
What a wonderful idea, writing guided by the Sidhe!
Are you sure they’re ghosts? Sounds like the modus operandi of the Sidhe to me…lovely and unsettling.
Ghosts is a handy handle, but you’re right, they could be the fairy people got hold of a more comfortable dwelling than a damp old passage grave…
Oh my! This is magical, beautiful, and just a touch scary. All the best elements. Beautifully written, Jane!
It’s funny that I didn’t find it scary. I’d be thrilled to take the chance rather than terrified 🙂
I wouldn’t want to be trapped there. Maybe just observe from outside the gate. 😉
Maybe we reach a decision that we’ve had enough of what’s outside the gate, and the singing and dancing in the moonlight is what we really want.
OK. Maybe. 😉
LOL. I was drifting along with the beautiful description of the gate and what lies beyond, and then you hit me with the ending. I should have known, but I was lulled into a blissful state and didn’t see it coming.
I didn’t either until I got there 🙂