January’s #WritingPrompt

A new monthly challenge for 2019 for which I’m signing up.
Full details are here.

The chosen Pixabay image is by Stefan Keller

As they had ridden the waves for the last time, his tears had frozen them both.
His loyal companion had perished at his feet, but he would not let her go. Time had cloaked as well as preserved them.
Only from a distance could the truth of the mountain be visible, but those who followed were ignorant and blind, too intent on glory, greed and self satisfaction.
Like ants they came to conquer, chipping away at the multi-millennial past to clutch at an uncertain future. Eventually all would be lost, as if it had never been.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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24 Responses to January’s #WritingPrompt

  1. What a beautiful story to pull from the image.

  2. Thank you so much for playing along and sharing your imagination. Beautiful story and so poignant. The last line is stunning. I can’t wait to share.

  3. Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
    A beautiful and mournful response to the wintry January prompt from Pensivity. Enjoy.

  4. I can hear the mournful wind as it blows the past away even as more begin to follow footsteps no longer visible to the naked eye …what a beautifully written lament for all the ages!

  5. Followed your link from Diana’s blog. I love how you wrote about his loyal companion and the fact–. “…he would not let her go.”

  6. Ocean Bream says:

    Wistful, and beautiful imagery 🙂

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