Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s forbidding photo is open to many interpretations.
This is my slightly off the wall take.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
I am in!
At last my boyhood ambition is fulfilled.
I have been accepted as a member of the Lodge.
My father was a member, and his father, and his father.
It is a mark of privilege and honour in this isolated region.
Usually only the first born son is admitted, but my older brother died before he was of age.
Even so, I have had to perform many arduous tasks, pass many stern tests, and wait many long years.
I have also had to ignore the whispers around town.
Detrimental comments are made, almost out of earshot.
I don’t care.
I feel it is my duty to maintain a proud family tradition, and to be part of this organisation which contributes so much to local charities.
I take the oath on my knees before the assembly of members.
I swear never, on pain of death and disgrace, for myself and my family, to divulge any of the secrets.
The Grand Master himself shakes my hand.
I am led to the banquet hall to celebrate.
Through closed doors I hear the weeping of children.