For visually challenged writers, Sue’s image this week shows a single standing stone in a winter landscape.
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The little ones gathered round to listen to his stories of days long ago.
They never tired of tales of knights and damsels, witches and wizards, worship and sacrifice, enthralled in total awe and wonder.
He’d held court over the centuries and bore witness to some wonderful and horrendous things. Some of his younger audience shuddered and squirmed at the thought, but each accepted it was the way it was in those times.
‘Why are you still here?’ one asked.
He explained that one by one his friends had been taken to a new site, but one of them had to stay behind to protect the land from Dark Forces. Being the eldest, he had volunteered.
‘How old are you?’
‘I don’t know to be honest, I lost count after my fourth millennia!’
‘So where are your friends now?’ asked another.
‘They’re all together in a place called Wiltshire. Most still stand upright in a circle, though some have weakened and fallen. They get visitors all year, but nobody has time to listen or touch them like they used to as they’re now fenced off. The Summer and Winter Solstice still play an important part, but in recent times they’re seen as a commodity and producing a profit. The old ways have gone and people today don’t have the same values.’
‘Will any of us grow big and tall like you, and live forever?’
The Old Stone laughed.
‘Let’s just say some of you are boulders already, but you’re all chips off the old block. Who knows, maybe in ten thousand years we’ll still be gathering to share stories. Now tuck yourselves under the moss. People are coming.’