PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
She cast a slim shadow on the glassy lock, wrists and ankles fragile as porcelain. Weaving between the sculptures, she tapped each in turn with her forefinger.
‘… tad-cu, modryb, cyfnither …’
It was the eighth time Idwal had caught her on the grounds. The perimeter wall was tall, impregnable, but still she kept getting in. He watched, enthralled.
She’d stopped by the two tallest stones, one lissom arm resting on each. ‘Mam. Tad.’
Wind rippled the water, hushed through the grass. Somewhere a wren sang.
After the song faded, nothing remained of her but footprints in the damp grass.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. Write a tale, share, read and comment on others. See here to do all that.
Work stopped me from join the scribbling party last week. I am therefore, painfully late so if I don’t get round to reading your tale do forgive me.
On seeing the photo I was struck by the sculptures in the foreground and how they loosely resembled a group of standing stones. Most standing stones in the UK and elsewhere have legends attached and those legends often centre around fairy folk and the stones being cursed people. See here to read some interesting British legends surrounding standing stones.
Notes
The wren is called ‘the king of birds’ or ‘the little king’ in many languages. She’s also known as a trickster. Take a look here to learn more.
I found the following words on the Omniglot website. Beside them are their English equivalents.
Cymraeg (Welsh Celtic) English
Tad Father
Mam Mother
Tad-cu Grandfather
Cyfnither Female Cousin
… and finally, the Welsh boy’s name Idwal means Lord of the wall.
You just never disappoint, Lynn. It had such a fairy-tale or fairie-like feel. Something told me Mam and Tad meant mother and father…
Just lovely and dreamy.
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Thanks so much Dale. Took me ages to write this one, largely because I kept being distracted by standing stones, wren mythology, the Welsh language … Why must the internet have so much good stuff in it? Thanks Dale 🙂
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I know, right? One can get lost for DAYS… 😉
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Falling down the rabbit hole and risking never getting out … 🙂
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Indeed!
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Evanescent as the dew. Lovely. I liked the Welsh too
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Thank you so much. I like the sound of the Celtic languages (having travelled through Wales a lot you can’t avoid reading it and hearing it over tannoys) but the thought of trying to pronounce it … terrifying. Thanks Neil
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A beautiful story, beautifully told as always, Lynn. You make the apparition (not a ghost, I guess, as she ‘cast a slim shadow on the glassy lock’) so attracting of sympathy. Lovely use of Welsh to convey an ancient feel to the mystery. A ghost story without any fear. Really well done. Loved it.
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Thank you Penny! I was thinking she’d perhaps lost family to a curse long ago and was visiting them briefly while she could. Poor thing. I’m glad you felt my sympathy for her. Though perhaps that won’t stop her from being nasty another time … Thanks for reading
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Stunning. Beautiful writing. You always make 100 words go such a long way!
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Thank you Thom! I thought the same with your story – amazing what we can do with 100 words 🙂
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Such enchanting mystery with a delicate touch. Wonderful.
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Thanks so much Iain
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Dear Lynn,
I loved the ethereal feel to this one. I agree with all comments preceding. Enchanting. Beautifully written. Your stories are a treat for the eyes and the imagination.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah, thank you so much for the lovely comment, Rochelle. I didn’t quite capture the feeling I had in my head – I’m sure you know what I mean, when you feel an atmosphere as you write and try to convey it on the screen – but it came close ish. Thank you for the kind comment
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I wonder if one day there will be an additional standing stone. I liked the weaving of the mythological threads. Lovely story.
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Thank you Jane. I do enjoy standing stone mythology – they’re the most atmospheric places.
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They are. Since we know so little about their function, the imagination can run riot.
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They have a presence beyond the weight of the stone too. I’m not one for mysticism, but they radiate something. Perhaps it’s just the fact I know how old they are, that I project their history onto them. Amazing things
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I’ll never forget visiting Newgrange when I was twelve or so. It was a life-changing experience. I still get a thrill of excitement thinking about it.
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They are amazing things to encounter – I understand why it made such an impact on you. I don’t remember seeing any when I was a child, but I do remember the kids’ TV programme, Children of the Stones in the 70s. Dark, weird, sinister, it made me fall in love with standing stones even though I’d never seen one in the flesh
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There was a series on TV called Marianne Dreams that was about stones. Scared me witless. They were nasty stones. It was about telepathy between two children and one of them I think was an invalid and was trapped in his or her house and every night the stones got a bit closer.
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Poetic….
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Thank you Dawn
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Even though you never said it, I felt a warm wind blowing and whispers within it. Beautifully done.
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Thanks so much Lish. Glad the right atmosphere came through
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