Ek het hierdie verhaal ingeskryf vir 14 November se Flash! Friday-kompetisie en daar wen ek toe! Die foto moes as inspirasie dien en ’n bekende skrywer moes ook ingesluit word. Ek kon nie besluit wie om te kies nie toe gebruik ek omtrent ses. In die volgende inskrywing sal ek hierdie skrywers en tekste noem, want ek dink dit is letterkunde wat almal ten minste een keer moet lees.
Merely this and nothing more
If on a summer’s day a Story Teller was to exit Hotel L—, she would find herself on the road leading to the harbour. If she walked, her mind would drift through centuries of memories. If she remembered, she would colour memories to adventures, hovels to palaces, obstacles to giants. If she stood on the shore she would recall all the memories of all the ages. Cities. Armies. Voyages. Adventures. Sorrow. Love. Fear. Beasts growing listless in ancient temples beneath the waves.
If she was to tell all these memories to the ocean, she would slowly sink into a story herself; her voice caught in sea foam, her secrets bound in a chest on the ocean floor where fifteen dead men danced, her stories travelling through countries, years, and centuries before being caught by ink.
She asked if her own words, those grains of sand, would be remembered.
She did not wait for an answer; lest it was “nevermore”.
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| Barbary Macaque, Gibraltar. CC 2.0 foto deur David Stanley. |
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