We return to Corvin Castle only to gaze at its window slits and telling rocks in a 100-word story.
When you ventured through an old place, have you ever thought, if only these walls could speak… Would you be prepared to listen to their tales? For receiving, upon asking, can be a dangerous game.
Listen, then. Who tells this story?
I remember the riverbed, my forever home. The steam floating above, ghosts of her removed children.
Rattled among my kin, I reach the destination in one piece, save for a chip on my face. A bare place, and inhospitable for many more snowy seasons. I hide – a mere illusion – and envy the crows, free with the wind.
The day I’m laid to rest, wedged among others, above is as dark as below. It’s over.
A crow’s call jolts me. Fresh breeze cools my hot cheek. A widow’s open. I’m a stone in its jamb. Bright sky smiles down.
Copyright © Patricia Furstenberg. All Rights Reserved.
The unique beauty of each 100-word story is in the way the words are strung together, each one a gem, and in the spaces left between the words, and between sentences. So much can be told with little words. It is a challenge for the writer, and a thrill for the reader (I hope), as each time the tale is read a new detail springs to mind.
I had fun writing 100-word stories for my latest book, Transylvania’s History A to Z:
“I would recommend this book to all fans of history and historical fiction, as this is a fantastic combination of both.”(Bonnie Reads and Writes)