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.
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.