Photo prompt © Roger Bulltot
THE ESSENCE OF THIS PLACE
Kelvin M. Knight
He couldn’t leave. This place was all he knew. This place which kept him safe during his age of swords, filled him with boldness during the age of words, produced sanity during their age of technology.
Not once did this place misunderstand his needs. Now, with the age of soullessness descending, it was his turn to understand. Sinking to his knees, he hugged the moss-eaten hearthstone and opened his mind. Emptiness filled it. A rotting wilderness. Decaying kingdoms. The never-ending horror of truths denied.
Tugged earthward, he screamed. Crumbling towers folded. Catapulted skyward, boulders of crows screamed gaily.
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Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.