I am so glad to see this prompt back, and hope Sue does not find it too tiring.
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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pathway through the bracken of the moors towards a distant horizon crowned by a hill. The path is flanked by a huge rock…
The Rock had stood there for centuries, yet there was nothing like it local to the area.
On rainy days, it looked like it was smiling, or puckering up to kiss a passer-by.
Kids of yesterday laughed and said it resembled a masked Ninja Turtle, but that craze had long gone, and now adults, their own children referred to it simply as The Rock.
Vegetation grew around it, providing a leafy skirt or collar, some saying the surrounding growth represented handmaidens to a stone god.
The pathway itself was nondescript and ordinary.
But when the sun or the moon were in a particular position, the sandy grains would glow and send a beacon to the skies.
As yet, no-one had heeded its calling. Or if they had, they had decided to leave things as they were.
And so The Rock remained, an enigma of its time. Who or what, knew its secrets?