Photo prompt © C. E. Ayr
CAST IN STONE
Kelvin M. Knight
Ayers rock hadn’t hummed this much when she touched it. Aboriginals believed in the spirituality of rocks, but Amber was unconvinced. She was a believer, but… Faith came with doubts. Without doubts faith became certainty. And yet, she was convinced humming filled this rock. She felt it through her cheeks, her hands. Her hands which reflected the trees and the clouds. She gasped. Something altered, imperceptibly, and Amber became her humming… within this rock. Watching these trees and this sky peel away, an incredible stillness filled her.
The humming stopped. Her mind shifted. This moment was gone.
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (11/08/17), and reading each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.