AnElephantCant be on time this week
His life does not fit into compartments
So he apologises
And as the sun rises
He continues to search for a new apartment
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where our appealing hostess Rochelle rings the changes each week and AnElephant clangs clumsily as usual.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.
Copyright David Stewart
The Bell
The old church has lain empty and unused for years.
The little village is a ghost town.
Practically no one lives here since that incident with the children, all those years ago.
So the developers know they have a great deal, a spectacular site for their high-amenity holiday apartments, with views across Provence and down to the Mediterranean.
Before they start the bulldozers they try to gain entry to the church, but its stubborn locks prove too big a challenge.
The order is given, knock it down.
And, for the first time in a decade, the bell begins to toll.
In my stories, they would have a heck of a fight on their hands.
Nicely done, I nominated you for an award http://camgal.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/award-time/
Nice element of mystery
Just a hint of mystery. Nicely told.
Cheers!
Marie Gail
Dear Elephant,
Something significant’s happened here. Great foreshadow.
Shalom,
Rochelle
We need more ghosts like this to stall so called ‘development’.
P.S My blog is being marked as Spam in WordPress, can you unblock me from your spam folder.
We need more bells like that for these developers.
Good story well done. I think that’s a church I’d leave alone.
Good story.
These developers have no soul, only gold bars where their hearts should be. Thankfully, the church seems to have retained some semblance of empathy. Great story, Mr Elephant – good luck with the apartment hunting…
Excellent! ^..^
That should give them pause. If they were true entrepreneurs, they would preserve it and market a haunted church as a tourist attraction.
Good luck with the apartment hunting, by the way.
I can almost hear the sad ringing of that bell, Mr Elephant. Very atmospheric piece.
Elephant, you just can’t stop being a mix of everything normal and subnormal. I wanted to read more, actually. I wanted to learn more about that “incident with the children” mentioned. Mysterious details can be fun. Very good this week!
Just the right mix of normal and creepy, known and unknown. Good luck with the apartment!
janet
Wantin’ destruction, all tolled.
An excellent story that has a real haunting quality.
Love the last line!
I absolutely love your take on this week’s prompt. Yes, goosebumps!
Yikes-am already getting goosebumps!When will these city slickers learn anything-run,run for your lives fools! Excellent piece:-)
I was trying to think of the right word I was looking for with this, but they seem to have gone on holiday.
I can imagine the soulful sound of the belling peeling, the sadness as the village finally says goodbye to the church and the children. Excellent story
I have goosebumps Ndlovu. Not easy in soaring South Africa summer heat.