She waited patient as a stone.
Autumn leaves fell, drifting against her back, filling in the curve of her waist, the hollows behind her knees.
As the air cooled, sharp as a knife in her lungs, frost webbed across her skin, grew needles in her hair. Her heart slowed.
Gradually, the earth thawed. Buds grew plump and sticky on the trees, birds plucked moss from her eyelids to line their nests. Mulch vanished under bluebells, azure spears slicing the brown. Her heart beat faster.
One morning came the sound she had waited for – a voice echoing the blackbird’s call.
She rose, stretched, limbs stiff as wood, gazing at the cottage walls, at the faces . Her hands ran over unseeing eyes, fingernails searched gaping mouths. She remembered every one of them: blond haired children lost in the woods, burly shepherds chasing stray lambs, foolhardy youths more brave than clever. Each she had greeted, took as her own, bricked into her walls. They didn’t come often, but she was good at waiting.
The voice drew near, sweet, high – young.
Her mouth stretched into its widest smile.
After reading calmgrove’s wonderful review of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell – and after our ensuing discussions on the perils of dealing with faerie folk, I felt inspired to write a tale with ‘Grimm’ overtones. You never know what waits in the deep, dark, woods …
Deliciously creepy, not just the ending but the idea of the dormant but definitely alive stone figure. So finely wrought …
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Thank you, Chris. Our JS & Mr N chats led me along the twisty path to Faerie – and that’s ever a dark place to walk 🙂 Thanks for the feedback, always valued
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Huh – and I started off feeling sorry for her. I thought she was waiting for her beloved wot ‘ad gorn off to war and got kilt, or some similar scenario.
You’re a great big meanie, Lynn 🙂 but you paint vivid pictures with your words…
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Thanks so much Jane. Yes, not a nice creature at all, this one. How she loves her trophies too. Errgh. Don’t go down to the woods today.
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All the same, I like her smile – sometimes it’s nice to feel the blood curdle in the veins 🙂
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Maybe if we kept on her good side, she’d let us live? She probably needs some jobs doing round her cottage – maybe if I offer to do her cleaning for her 🙂
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You could try it, or you could have a go at skating on thin ice – it may hold your weight… 🙂
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Haha! 🙂
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Hey Lynn!
I’ve been scrolling through and reading your stuff – it is amazing! You are very talented writer. This one is one of my favorites… Eerie in the most beautiful way. You have successfully gained a new follower – I can’t wait to read more! If you have the time, I would love for you to take a look at my blog (https://mmessickblog.wordpress.com) and give me some feedback! And if you like what you read, click the “follow” butto – I would really appreciate it! Thanks in advance!
Morgan
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Hi Morgan. Thanks for the follow and for such lovely words. I’ll pop on over to your blog as soon as I can. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Awesome! Thanks Lynn 🙂 excited to continue reading your blog!
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Thanks Morgan 🙂
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