The site was secluded and romantic, we could see for miles. The river was flowing wildly below, in contrast with the silent hills surrounding us. It was breathtaking and beautiful.
“Why have you brought me here?”
“You’ll see,” he said and pulled me towards him. The kiss was hard and passionate. “Come on let’s look around.”
I nodded, secretly worrying about my shoes, having ill-prepared for the visit, when he said day out, I had thought, shopping, a nice meal, maybe the cinema or the seaside, I had never imagined an abandoned Abbey in the countryside. He was so excited and pulled my hand.
We wandered among the stones, I was focussing so hard on not tripping over the lumps and bumps, I hadn’t noticed he’d stopped.
“Sorry Jules, I was lost in thought. Did I ever tell you my family was from here?”
“No?” I moved towards him, he was so still. I put my arm around him. “It’s starting to get dark, maybe we should go?”
“No!” his voice came out sharply. “My family once owned this land. They were the patrons of this Abbey. I traced my family tree and it lead me here.”
“Wow… so what happened to them?”
“Oh, the usual, disease, wars, and of course Henry the eighth had a hand in destroying the Abbey.”
I wanted to get out, I wanted to see him smile that gorgeous smile that made me want to kiss him. This dark, sombre side to him was making me uncomfortable. On top of this, I was never comfortable in the dark, and the light was fading fast.
“I’m getting hungry,” I said, desperate to change the subject. “Shall we go get something to eat?”
“Wait, just one sec, I want to show you something. It’s important to me you see it.” He grasped my hand and led me through the stones, stopping at a beautifully carved tomb.
As he knelt down to it and turned to look at me, my heart skipped a beat, maybe he had brought me here to propose. It wasn’t my dream proposal but I suppose it was somewhat romantic.
“Jules, I love it here. This is the tombstone of my ancestor, my great grandfather.”
The tombstone was beautiful, very ornate but I couldn’t suppress that feeling in my gut that I just wanted to leave.
“That’s great, Ben but let’s head out of here, we can come back another day when it’s lighter but I want to leave now.” I turned to leave.
“No wait”, he grasped my wrist, holding hard.
“What?!” I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice.
“I want you to meet him.”
Ben pushed down a part of the ornate stonework, and it slid open revealing not a skeleton but a pale sleeping body. I gasped. That would prove to be the last thing I would do, as the eyes flew open and the body sprang from the tomb. Ben still had hold of my wrist so I couldn’t run even if my body would unfreeze to allow me too. Within seconds sharp fangs peirced my neck and I let out a scream, at that noise, Ben let go of me, after that I remember nothing else.
“Welcome back Grandad. Good rest?”
“I’ve had worse lad, that was a tasty treat, you’d done well.”
“Yeah, I quite liked that one but there will be plenty of others, right?”
“There certainly will my boy, you’ve got centuries to find the perfect partner. But there’s no rush for that. Now, I’m starving will we go get some more tasty morsels.”
Okay so time to come clean, as a few of you have spotted, I took the image upside down. This image was taken at the beautiful ruins of Egglestone Abbey. Egglestone is situated above the River Tees about a mile Southeast of Barnard Castle. The abbey of St Mary and St John the Baptist was founded at Egglestone between 1195 and 1198 for Premonstratensian canons. An interesting ruin which is free to visit. There are many tombs on the site but little on the information board about them apart from a large main tomb in the centre of the site.
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
- Layers. Journals of the sea. #writephoto – tales told different
- writephoto-new2writing – jenanita01
- “The Secret in the Stone” #Writephoto #Meditation | Mystical Strings
- v-is-for-verse-forms-writephoto-atozchallenge2021 – jemimapett
- The Decline And Fall Of Goblinkind #writephoto | TanGental
- Secret in the stone – Keep it alive
- The Secret in the Stone . | willowdot21
- writephoto-the-secret-in-the-stone – indishe
- The Secret in the Stone | pensitivity101
- The Most Precious Stone – About the Jez of It
- Written In Stone – A Unique Title For Me
- Barnacle Bob’s booty – INKDROPK
- Clues to the Cache – Masons Mind Menagerie
As always, I would like to thank everyone for their contributions. Thank you too, to everyone who reblogged the prompt, round up and the individual responses! I love seeing how many different stories and poems can be born from one image. I have shared as many contributions as I could during the week, but all the posts are listed below, please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today and I will reblog as many as I can through the week and all contributions will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
If you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us.
Come and join in!
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.