For visually challenged writers, Sue’s image this week shows a single standing stone in a winter landscape.
Challenge: Write photo
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…
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