A dark and filthy night. Black as black. A howling wind. A small mound in the distance. A lonely tree bent double on top. Nothing is abroad.
No one walks on a night like this.
But wait.
A small figure stands next to the tree. Gently lifting a large flat stone. Carefully tying a rope. Lowering the other end into a small black hole. Leering like a baleful eye in the frightening night.
Inteachán tests the knot.
Inteachán is twelve years old. She climbs down holes. Retrieving relics. Important things.
I’m definitely going shorter next time I publish serially. Looking forward to reading through.
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Hi, thanks for taking a look.
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OK. I’m in.
A verse a day for a couple of months.
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Hi Julian, Welcome aboard. Many thanks for following. Kind regards, Barnaby
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Ok. I’m in.
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Welcome aboard. Thank you for taking the time to take a look. I hope you enjoy what you read.
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I like your voice.
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Many thanks for your kind words and also for the follow. I really appreciate it. Good luck with your own blogging.
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