Unearthing the Ancestors – #Writephoto

Sam’s team had been digging for days. The heat had been unbearable, the sun relentless in its crusade against them. Sweat dripped from every pore stinging their eyes repeatedly. It hadn’t mattered, Sam’s craving to know what was inside had overruled it all. And now it was time, the boulder was now ready to move. He nodded at the men gathered around the stone and they each got into position. He nodded again and they all began to push. At first, there was no movement. He urged the men to push harder and little by little grit began to rain down from the wedged stone. With one final heave, it began to roll away.

A cloud of dust escaped from the chamber and landed on the men, obscuring visibility of what was inside. As the dust settled they could make out a hallway between the stones. The men turned to Sam awaiting instructions for who was to go inside but he held up his hand and made his way into the chamber, once inside his men followed.

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Liminal – Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent

 

As he walked Sam’s steps became robotic, an automated movement, his men behind him looked at each other confused, something wasn’t right. As they walked each of Sam’s men began to cough and splutter, finally dropping to their knees and crawling from the chamber. Eventually, only one man remained, he glanced towards Sam’s disappearing shape and back at the direction of the men who had all left him. His throat began to itch. With one last glance at Sam, the man turned and ran from inside the chamber.

Sam completely unaware was now alone in the chamber, yet he continued to walk on and on… Exactly as the ancestor’s voices told him too.


Resisted the temptation to call this story “The Chamber of Secrets” – I’m sure that title has been used someplace else – haha! Originally written in response to Sue Vincents #Writephoto challenge. Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by noon (GMT) Wednesday 10th August and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback. KL ❤

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Seeking A Replacement – #writephoto

A lonesome house, seen across the land
Is watched over by, a troubled man
He was a priest, from times of old
At least that’s how the story’s told

A cellar lies, down stairs so steep
In which hides a secret, he must keep

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Isolated #Writephoto by Sue Vincent

It hides a door, a secret portal
Never to be opened, by any mortal

 

The priest was a hunter, in his day
But he didn’t hunt animals, per ‘say
He thwarted demons that escaped from hell
Then enclosed them in his earthly cell

But the man grows old, his time is near
The world is once again feeling fear
The demons are restless, growing strong
We need a replacement, are you the one?


Originally Written in response to Sue Vincent’s #WritePhoto challenge – Isolated using the fabulous photo of the lonely house seen in the skyline. So does anyone want the job? Lol. KL ❤

#Maydays Prompt – Secret Sharing

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
― Benjamin Franklin,

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For today’s #maydays prompt it’s time to share a secret. Well not literally (unless you want to), but a secret should feature in today’s post.:)

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Hear No Evil or Speak No Evil

Sometimes you overhear a conversation you shouldn’t, but what about a conversation you wish you hadn’t had?

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I recently had my seven year old nephew to stay for a few days of the school holidays. Unfortunately his parents split earlier on this year and it was the first time he was experiencing the juggle of being a child of split parents being passed around for the holidays. I tried my best to keep his mind off this and the majority of the time he seemed happy with that, but then sometimes a kid just needs to talk.

 “My dad’s got a new girlfriend!” he said, his little face watching me to see my reaction.

“Has he now, do you like her?”

“Emm… yeah, she’s alright. She’s got a baby, you know.”

“That’s great. At least you know she likes kids, and it’s someone for you to play with when the baby is older.”

“Emm.. Yeah”

He sighs wearily, clearly that’s not what he wanted me to say. Poor little man. I wonder what’s going on in his head. Suddenly he decides to blurt it out.

“Well it’s not that. She feeds the baby from her boobs, and she wears low cut tops so I see her boobs all the time.”

This shocked me, not the direction I thought the conversation was going in. What do I say?

“Oh…”

One half of my brain completely fails me, it wants to laugh. The other is staring at the serious look on his face and desperately seeking the words to comfort him (while subconsciously wondering what tops I have been wearing all week).

“I told my dad.”

“Did you? What did he say?”

“Not to mention it to anyone”…pause… “So don’t tell him I’ve told you”.

“Okay I won’t”.

Pleased that I’ve agreed to keep his secret, he moves onto some unknown topic of Chimera Lego monsters or something I am unfamiliar with. laughing quote

I haven’t met the girl in question yet. I’m still unsure if I’ll keep a straight face when I do but I will try. As although sometimes you hear something you wish you hadn’t, I’ve learned the need to let someone get something off their chest (no pun intended) can be just as important.