Another bit of short (very short this week) fiction – another continuation of previous entries that I have decided to collate in one place – here.
Here Sue’s photo for this week.
By Scott Bailey © 2018
He stood back, took in his work, and smiled.
Yes. He was getting there. He was satisfied.
He was almost finished.
He knew that nobody else would see it. No one in this place understood. They would not see what he could see. They would only see a couple of boulders, barely touched by him.
But he knew. His subtle touches revealed the shapes that were there. The two figures, watching waiting – poised. Ancient figures known now only to a few, their stories passed down through the generations.
Stories many did not believe – of wonder and dread.
Stories of The Hunter, The Eyeless Man and a magical weapon that defied time.