CCC #69
No matter how much he tried to recreate the last exchange he’d had with The Tall, he couldn’t wrap his head around how he ended up in the predicament he now found himself in.
Open-eyed-blind, blunted, turned away from everything and everyone. He was but a nub of his former self.
It never should’ve come to that.
He didn’t think such drastic measures had ever been taken before against any of the garden folk. Certainly not against a gnome (shorter and tricksier than most or not). Sure, there have been tales of persecuted fairies. Of elves’ homes trampled. Of spirits sent to cemetery quarantine. Perhaps the less-than-fair Fair-Folk had to sometimes be kept in check. But gnomes? Why would anyone get even with a Grandfather of Gardens? Gnomes were made to evoke trust and smiles, not fury.
And yet. There he was. Exiled. Helplessly turned against the blank, black wall.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
Such a sad tale, and the way you write it, you’ve made the gnomes super-real.
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But of course they are real!… 😁
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But of course… 🙂
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I mean, can you PROVE that Gnome life-sciences don’t show them as sentient, living beings? 😉
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Absolutely not. If a plant can scream, why not a gnome cry?
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Indeedee!
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Yep!!!!
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🙂
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Oooo! I love this. Poor old guy… Glad you noticed him and made him the star of your show….
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Thank, Violet. The poor gnome’ish thing looked for forlorn facing that black wall that I just HAD to write about him … 😉
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Oh the poor little fella. He definitely did not deserve to be treated so!
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I know!!! We should start a “No Gnome Be Wall Entombed” movement!
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Hear! Hear!
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😀
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