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“Jimmy come here! Look! It’s just like I said! You can see them!”
The excited young boy gestured wildly to his older brother. The two were out on an early-morning trek to explore The Wall. Jason had never known life before it had been erected but Jimmy had. It was a different world back then.
“Jimmy look! Look through this hole! Is that them?” Eyes wide with wonder and excitement he could only look through the small void in The Wall and ask his brother.
The boy to whom all the questions were directed was a little less excited.
“I told you we shouldn’t be here. We could get in trouble.”
Jimmy turned to leave but he glanced back to see if his brother was following. He wasn’t. Jason was still glued to the small break in The Wall that showed him a world beyond his. With the innocence of a child he questioned why they couldn’t go over there and play.
“You don’t remember the plague.” Jimmy spoke quietly. “You don’t remember all the people dying and the fear. We were scared.” A single tear slipped down his cheek.
Jason too was quiet. He knew the stories. They were taught in school. About the time when a quarter of the world’s population died because people didn’t react quickly enough or responsibly enough. A preventable outcome. They didn’t know. So, people died. The rest of the world protected themselves. They say the plague is still out there, just waiting for somebody foolhardy enough to travel.
The two boys walked home slowly. They felt safe in the knowledge that they were protected by The Wall.
The White Hart
It was cold, bitterly cold. Devon tried to shake his head, he felt trapped. I should never have left the car. I should never have tried to drive the car. Too much alcohol, too little sense. He wondered if anyone at the party would notice that he was gone. And now his arrogance, his stupidity was going to be his fatal undoing. It was a snowstorm for God’s sake!
Devon’s body started to shiver, violently. It was trying desperately to warm up. As his body struggled to stay alive, his mind struggled to remember. A whisper of a memory seeped to the surface. There was a tale, a story told to children about The White Hart. A magnificent beast that would save lost travellers. It would appear out of the mist, its head held high, antlers gleaming. The mere sight of it gave strength to the weary and hope to the wretched. Devon forced his eyes to open, slightly. He tried to raise his arm, he could not. With a last burst of strength he opened his mouth and . . . . belched?
“Hon! You took all the blankets again! It’s bloody freezing! I gotta pee!”
A sleepy David came into the room, rubbing his eyes, “What?”
“Where did you get this picture, WHERE?”
The urgency in Angel’s voice brought David fully awake, “There was an old camera in the attic. I took it to a friend last week who works with old film and he got this from a roll left inside. It’s kinda creepy but . . .”
“He’s still here!!”
“Who and where? What are you talking about?”
“He was banished to Hell but there are rumours he still has ways to get over. He’s in the picture. When you developed the film you allowed him access to our world! What have you done?
Angel was upset, she put her head in her hands and started to weep.
“I was sent here to protect you all but I’m not strong enough to beat him face to face. The Devil will win this time.”
David grabbed the picture from the table. Angel had dropped it face done. He turned it over. There, in the window just barely peeking out . . . was it him?
This is written for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo photo prompt #writephoto. I hope you enjoyed it.
They stood all in a row. Bowed with age. He was the last, the last of his kind. Those that had once stood proudly with him had slowly succumbed to time. It was their punishment: to watch the distance land flourish with the life they had tried to control.
Once they had walked the earth and then they ran with no thought of the destruction, the chaos, they left in their wake. They did not understand. They were caretakers and they failed, miserably.
They stood all in a row, the last of human kind encased in stone.
This is my submission for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo and her Thursday photo prompt. – Distant #writephoto. Usually I am content to enjoy the work of others but this time I was compelled to join in. You might want to look at her site, you won’t regret it.