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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

May drabbles - 5

The wall was made of wind-worn blocks of stone, some standing safe and others tumbled down. Their solid squareness gave a sense of purpose to the shape, a certainty that other hands besides the wind and rain and fate worked here.

The mother climbed, her shoulders stooped, a boulder slung in her arms. She chipped and cut, fitting the new square block into a gap. Then another stone fell.

Meanwhile a small ghost watched from a corner of the room, fingers drifting, words to tell. The carving on the floor declared, “Born 1801; died 1802; I’ll never let you go.”


Alina said...

So good to know there is someone watching over us. Thank you for stopping by my Blog and sharing a bit of your life. It really made my day XX

Donna M. McDine said...

Hi Sheila:

Oh how I love reading your drabbles. Always fascinating!

Warm regards,