THE HEART OF THE MATTER
by
Kelvin M. Knight
They came here when the trees’ leaves twinkled with iridescent light and highlighted a familiar shape, and something else. Something that made them grab each others’ hands and sway.
In this something they hummed until water flowed from a gap high above them. First a trickle, then a steady stream, then a gushing waterfall of the whitest water. Throwing their arms in the air, they sang – a song of songs, songs full of songs. Slowly this water turned fluorescent whereupon it hung in the air.
Laughing, they danced underneath this frozen water until it reached down and touched them: not one of them, all of them. Their robes remained bone-dry, whereas their skin did not. Tingling, it erupted with light. They did not know or understand why. This was what they had always done. Generation after generation. Here in this place that was the same shape as their faces.
(150 words)
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
St. Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha
To read the other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt, please click the la’al blue frog below.
Beautifully written story! I’m not entirely sure what is happening here, but the writing is evocative.
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Thank you for you lovely comment, Debra. Sorry the purpose of my story was unsure for you but I am glad you like my evocative writing. 🙂
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Excellent write!! I loved the idea of glowing light surrounding the heart shape. Very clever.
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Thank you for you kind comment, Violet. And thanks for dropping by, much appreciated.
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Really cool story. I like the image, too
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Thank you, Josh. Glad you liked it.
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Bewitching tale. Now I believe in waterfall sprites! Love the language.
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Brilliant, Karen. I love what you see and believe!
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Lovely description – so vivid and vibrant.
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Thank you, Ellie. Hope I wasn’t being too much of an omniscient narrator, and that the psychic distance I employed felt right.
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What a remarkable image you conjure up. A ritual that has power to change things in the physical world and yet has no reason other than the creation of beauty. Lovely!
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That is the heart of the matter really, Penny, beauty… oh, and love. Thank you for your comment. Hope you are well and your novel is galloping ahead when it needs to and trotting when you need to.
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What a stunning photo! And the song of songs shall continue to verberate…..
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Isn’t it just, Raili! Couldn’t believe it when I stumbled upon it. Which is where the unbelief to belief (hopefully) thrust of my story came from, I think.
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I loved the story, Kelvin
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A compelling ritual — at first I thought they might be tourists, or New Agers, but if the water isn’t touching their robes, something much more magical and mysterious is happening here!
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Absolutely, Joy, mysterious and magical and joyful Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Lovely language, i feel like we are watching the fairy folk. For some reason my mind kept flashing back to the whos down in whoville 😊,but this is much classier and more magical.
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Dear Andrea, those who’s from whosville is just a brilliant image. And to be told my story is classier and more magical – you made my day. Thank you!
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