Photo: Sue Vincent
The calls of people searching for him reached his ears but he ignored them. They’d find him soon enough, and there would be punishment for him whether he answered or not. He preferred making good use of his time till then. Listening to other things.
The gulls dipped and screamed above the crashing surf. A rain-cloud hovered over the water, advancing like the searchers toward an inevitable drenching of the shore. It was his perfect weather. This mist on air. The colors. The expectation.
Did the cliffs welcome the rain or dread it? Sometimes he wondered whether for the rocks, perched above the ocean, there was relief in showers washing like tears down their stony cheeks.
He could see those. Tears. Cheeks. Faces. Hidden in the rocks.
Others mocked him for it. They said he was loose in the mind. Lacking logic. Too dreamy. Insane.
They tried beating it out of him. Did they think their thumps and slaps and lashes could drive away who he was, the way a kick sometimes dissuaded a stray dog from nosing near the chicken coop? There were times he’d wondered, curled in sobbing misery, whether it would not be better if they could.
Yet as soon as the sting subsided and the tears dried and a new morning dawned, he would feel the itch inside his soul awaken, stronger. It could not be squelched. It would no be ignored. There were spirits in those mountains. There were faces in the cliffs. He saw them. Heard their call.
An arm grasped his shoulder. Shook him. Slapped his head. Angry words garbled at his ears. He let the scolding drip to the ground. He let himself be led.
When he was grown, he vowed, he was going to carve the cliffs and release the stone-people from the prisons of ancient overgrown rock. He was going to help, so the rain could wash, freely, down their liberated cheeks.
“The itch in his soul…” perfect.
A moving story, Na’ama. We should not have to hide who we are for fear of ridicule.
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Amen to that! And … yes to those whose souls see beyond the five senses.
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Oh yes…
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🙂
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This was such a gripping tale. I hope he’s able to fulfill his vow. Great take on the prompt
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I’d say you’ve got into the head of one of nature’s beautiful people. A moving story
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Thank you, Crispina! 🙂 I’m delighted it spoke to you! 🙂
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To shame and punish difference rather than accept and try to understand…too much of that in this world. (K)
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Yes, a lot of that in the world, and throughout history, especially in some (supposedly enlightened) cultures.
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Beautiful piece about a strong soul despite suffering. Thank you!
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Thank you, I am glad it spoke to you! 🙂
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