Alastair’s Photo Fiction – The King Of Stone Men

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Copyright – Alastair Forbes

Phew, it’s been a busy weekend! This photo prompt came from Alastair’s Photo Fiction Blog.

The rumour is that clouds are nothing more than vapour, but how do you know? When I was a child, growing up in this very village, there was an elderly man living at the end of Curlew Lane. He’d lean over that mossy wall while smoking his pipe, and he used to call me over when I walked by. Usually I’d be on errands for my Ma, but I’d stop and talk to him even though I knew she’d thrash me if I was home late.

He told me ever such interesting things, and seemed so very wise that it was impossible to doubt him. One day, he told me that the clouds I saw were more solid than the wall that separated us. They had to be sturdy, he said, because they supported an army of stone men who were sent to conquer the sun. The king of stone men was so foolish that he sent cloud after cloud of troops to be destroyed by the angry sun.

Still, when the skies are black and thunderous, I wonder if the stone men are going to win.

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Your invite to my pity party.

ParacetamolKleenexDon’t feel obliged to attend. I’ve never been particularly sympathetic when others are ill, especially people who claim to have every illness under the sun. If I were a superstitious kind of person, I’d say karma had a hand in this.

However, if you’d like to  sympathize/revel in my unhappiness, keep reading.

I have been struck down with the plague.

Okay, maybe it’s just an ordinary cough and cold. I seem to have developed toothache on top of that, which means my head feels so pressurized, I’m slightly scared that my head will explode every time I’m about to sneeze, or at least that I’ll burst a blood vessel. My housemates have started walking rather widely around me whenever we cross paths, and I don’t blame them. I think it might be the luminous red nose, bloodshot eyes and the trail of kleenex I leave behind me that’s putting them off. And maybe the occasional whimpering.

Combine this with the 30C weather, and it’s been difficult to sleep. I got maybe two hours’ worth last night? Also, I’ve not been eating very well, because when I try to eat anything I start to feel nauseous really quickly. Which means it’s difficult to take painkillers.

Poor, poor me. If you don’t feel sorry for me, I feel sorry enough for myself. #sadtimes etc etc.

BUT. I am not the kind of person to retreat to bed in times like this (even though it would probably help me recover), it just makes me feel worse. So I’m continuing on with my NaNo quest, in the hope that the distraction makes me feel better. Hope other NaNo’ers out there are faring better than I am.