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| Deep in the Old Forest there was a forgotten graveyard. The weathered and broken tombstones were scattered like so many broken teeth. It was the quietest place on Earth.
But, on the first day of spring a troop of tiny homunculi jump and frolic around a lonely marble monolith. Nut brown and as big as a whisper they were a gift for the daughter of a forgotten Wizard. He’d made them from the good earth and her tears. “Oh Elspeth” they sang, “Walk with us to Silvery Stream and dance amongst the daffodils.” A friendly breeze would stir the gentle Willow. Then all was quiet once again. |
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Elspeth By Tom Allman
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Very lonely and poetic. Nice one! I really like the part about the tombstones being like broken teeth, and “big as a whisper” was brilliant. :)
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Short and beautiful. Lovely.
Lovely setting here.
Nice image of tombstones scattered like broken teeth.
Real but unreal … this straddles beth well.
Lyrical. ‘Nut brown and as big as a whisper’ – brilliant. Peace…
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Very nice. Haunting while not scary, a nice balance there.
Sorry I took so long to drop by. Welcome to #FridayFlash.
~jon