Another week and another challenge from Julia
and this is our prompt...
As dry as a...
With a faint click,
the last piece was placed on the work. Work, no, wrong word. Labour of love
maybe... This toil would be missed, the
concentration, the planning, the execution.
He remembered when the
pieces had seen the light for the first time in millennia. The breathtaking
anticipation as brush and trowel revealed the almost unimaginable. His hands
shook with the memory. His breath caught once more.
Now, he looked again at
his gloriously created cairn of bones. How fitting, how marvellous, that these
distant creature’s remains should stand in mute celebration of their lives.
He tiptoed silently
away...
very good! you get a sense of accomplishment when he finishes :)
ReplyDeleteI get the impression that he is doing this secretly, maybe even anonymously. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful excavation ... I have the sense he's going to miss unearthing this masterpiece.
ReplyDeletevery nice! His anticipation and respect for the bones is palpable. thanks for the story.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, a great take on the prompt. x
ReplyDeleteI love the sense of reverence in this piece. Beautiful.
ReplyDelete'a cairn of bones' - what a great concept that is. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteWell, that certainly wasn't a dry piece of writing! I love the mix of science and art.
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