I was lost in a fresh snow covered expanse. By now my friends’ footprints were invisible. Too quiet around me, no direction to lead me. Aware of a lone wolf pawing her path towards me her friendly grey eyes signal me to come. Following behind her, she guides forward to my friends.
write a story using the phrase “into the dark.” What must a character face? Write about an encounter, journey, relationship, or quest. Follow the ship’s lights on gloomy seas. Go where the prompt leads you.
Into the dark, we crawled
on hands and knees
“Where is the fountain suppose to be Phil?”
“Phil, why don’t you answer me?”
That’s just like Phil
bringing me on adventures
that end into nightmares
A few more arthritic crawls ahead
and I hear a faint trickling murmur
momentarily, this calms my frantic nerves
My fingers touch dampness
then drop into a foamy pool of water
Way above this pool, a light opens up
Phil’s self-satisfied smirk
looking down at me
Dad managed to get the well flowing again. Several days later we discovered all the people in the village that had mysteriously disappeared over the years. To the top of the well, they floated one after the other. Our water was contaminated.
Every morning was the same ritual.
Kiss an empty frame, offer flowers and a prayer.
I asked her who she idolized.
“Me!” she said.
“See my reflection, there?
I don’t see my crippled body in that reflection, only my face.
Normally all I see is my disability and can’t see Me.”
The Way Stone
Grandfather had many stories to tell us. Today he had a wish to go back to the Way -Stone. At his tender age of 102, he had seen many travellers on this trail.
Granting him his wish, on a bed of duck feathers, we carried granddad towards the Way- Stone.
“Nature has changed. Trees have grown where there used to be a clearing. The Way- Stone was a guiding light when I played here as a lad.” said Grandfather.
“You see all the ground stones set up in a row here?” he continued.
“These are the burial sites of our ancestors. They lived on this land with the Way-Stone.”
Pointing a bit forward to a concave area in the grass, he asked me to go forward and brush the grass with my hands.
Sweeping grass to the side I uncovered an anchored door.
I opened the door and peeked inside.
Down below was a beautiful ray of light shining on a bed a grass. Next to it was another bed with my grandmother’s name inscribed on the blanket. A skeleton lay on the bed.
My grandmother had died 15 years ago and we never knew where granddad had buried her.
Grandfather gathers us all together and then solemnly says:
“Today you will leave me here, put me down on my bed alongside my dearest”.