This is Part 50 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.
I climbed out of the energy stream, hauling myself up on to the statue’s plinth. That’s when I realised this was no statue at all but a gatepost, a carved figure sitting on top.
I let my eyes wander across it. Just above my head was a plaque that read ‘Mortlea Manor’. Then stout ironwork, swirling in intricate designs – reminding me of the door to the Little Folk’s cottage – crossed a carriageway before ending at an identical gatepost. From where I was standing, I could just make out the same iron and stone formed a fence, disappearing in each direction.
My first impression wasn’t a comforting one. This boundary marker was intimidating as it towered in the air above me. It must be at least twice the height of a man, and there was no way through between the railings.
But was it to keep something out or keep something in?
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50 | Word count: 151
Oh gosh. Well if it’s a dangerous something, let’s hope it continues to keep it in.
Another believable episode, Sammi. Now, next week is Halloween, and I shall be posting a photo that’s sort of relevant. Just to keep you guessing 🙂
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Thanks, Crispina! Ooo, and now I can’t wait for next week! I’m sure it will be the perfect photo for Halloween – and my story! lol 🙂
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I’m saying nothing more than I’ve said. Except to say, it does kind of typify me. 🙂
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Lol 🙂
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I am always amazed at how you keep the story moving so fluidly with Crispina’s prompts. Kudo’s to your vivid imagination.
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Thank you so very much for such a lovely comment, Violet. It’s truly appreciated 🙂
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