Before the post, let me say that I have been very busy in my ministry and therefore have done a lot less writing. I do plan to get back to Jamison’s Battlefields soon and also expect to begin blogging again more regularly. For today I am putting in a post I submitted for Flash!Friday. This weekly challenge allows 150 words based on a picture prompt.
St Kilda, Scotland. CC photo by Neil Wilkie.
The Builder
The cairn is our home.
For untold generations, we have been safe in the rocks.
It’s the perfect home—nutritious grass, water from the sky and others of my kind.
It’s true, the sky occasionally has a kite, but, if we are vigilant, we will be safe in the Cairn before they get close.
In the past we always believed someone gathered the pieces into a pile. The rocks are stacked so carefully. It is all so well planned for our purposes.
We decided we owed the builder a debt of thanks.
Now our leaders are teaching our young that the rocks got here by some natural process. They believe our adoration of a builder is silly. They make us feel stupid.
Soon my babies will be born. I worry about them, growing up in a world without appreciation for the builder. I fear they will grow up believing the rocks fell into these stacks.
Charles W. Short 