Execration and the Stable Wars: Friday Fictioneers

Thought and action. Action and thought. Both appear dangerous…

Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.

This week it’s a morality tale.

Copyright -Björn Rudberg

Copyright -Björn Rudberg

Execration and the Stable Wars

Hewn Preyenhart no longer strode these stony steps home having died in the last Stable War. His granddaughter, Everin Thawt, sat at the base envisioning his life and times. Some folks said she watched the moss grow. Others whispered that she saw Preyenhart’s ghost. Others thought her simply daft.

So be it. Did she care? Every stone was in place as it should be, every tree felled, every road traveled. But the moss, sadly, prevaricated.

Mindfulness only mattered now. Action had led to futility. Now, maybe, observation and thought would infuse renewal. At least, do no harm.

Villagers discomfited agitated otherwise.

Randy Mazie

27 thoughts on “Execration and the Stable Wars: Friday Fictioneers

  1. She can come over to my house and we can watch paint peel. Next to watching moss grow, it’s my second favorite spectator sport. But like her, it causes my neighbors to be discomfited and spew execrations.

  2. I wonder if all her observation and thought will lead her to some revelation? Though as you say she’s not doing any harm.
    I love the names you chose for your characters!

  3. Wow. I like this. You’re clever. I’m intrigued by the Stable Wars – sounds like Everin has the right idea, if that’s where action led, let’s stop and spend some time watching the moss.

    • Thanks for noting how clever I am. You have such good judgment.

      I imagined the Stable Wars as being, so ironically, wars to bring some stability to Mankind.
      Didn’t work.
      But then, don’t we believe that most wars, ironically, are fought to bring some stability to mankind?

      The story was meant to demonstrate how even thinking can be the cause for the beginning of new distresses and conflicts.


  4. Dear Randy,

    Ever in thought, I have considered your story and its judicious use of 100 words and deemed it to be a great play on words and and exercise in the opposite of eschewing obfuscation. Great riff on language and the merits of contemplation.



    • Unaffected in gratitude, I acquiesce to your decorous and solicitous articulation of the cognitive deliberations that your mental proclivities have germinated, intuited, and consummated. A tribute to your most excellent discernment and precocity.

      However, never use the word “eschew” in my presence again.
      I say: eat not, eschew not.

      Thanks for playing


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