Church of the Granite Columns from Wikipedia under a CC BY-SA 3.0 licence
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019
In the emptiness of here, I see sand swirling, rising. You see sandcastles.
I see pillars cracking, crumbling. You see a palace.
I hear people weeping, wailing. You hear crowds cheering.
I hear an ominous silence. You hear distant angel song.
I smell fear feeding failure. You smell the sweetest perfume.
I taste dust. I choke on dust. You savour the cleanest water.
I feel time is coming to an end. You feel everything is just beginning.
I feel despondent, despairing. You feel full of hope.
‘Have faith, friend.’ Your lips, your eyes, your entire being blossoms into a smile. ‘Everything is going to be okay.’
Your smile touches me deeply. Your words fill me completely. Swaying, I see a sandcastle forming in the air and gasp as the wonder of this place reveals itself to me.
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
You are warmly invited to the Inlinkz link party to read other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt.