“Not all orders ought to be obeyed.”
The old man’s head was bent over the leather, but Owen read more than concentrated focus in the bony shoulders, in the jab of awl then needle bearing sinew through the holes.
“They said ‘Everyone’, Grandfather,” the youth fretted.
The fingers stopped moving and rheumy eyes met his in shared cornflower. The hue used to comfort him. A confirmation of family and familiarity. Now Owen wondered whether it also reflected the age he may well not live to be. Especially, he thought, if he did not obey …
“Look up,” the elder’s chin bobbed.
Owen squinted against glare. White sun on milky skies and swift-moving darker clouds of gray.
“You can no more change the sun’s course than a moral compass,” Grandfather noted. A cloud blotted the sun and a chill traveled down Owen’s back. “Do not obey evil. Fight it, or hide.”
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
Ooh this is powerful and intriguing. I wonder whether he’ll heed the advice 🤔. KL ❤️
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Ah, KL, an excellent question … and isn’t that the questions so many who have seen some turns and tides in life, often ask themselves about the likelihood of advice followed by those who still can’t quite see around corners…. 😉 Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Brilliant, Na’ama!
So good.
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Yay! Me smile-n-blush!
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You do that!!
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😀 xoxo
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xoxo
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Excellent advice… in any situation 🙂
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Indeede! 🙂 Thanks, Crispina! Great photo!
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