Upon the highest peak my homestead rose, a beacon bright for wolf and lamb.
To one a hiding place of peace, to another a ploughing field for conquest.
Upon the highest peak my homestead rose, safety and shadows filtering by.
Written for three line tales, week 134.
A writing challenge hosted by Sonya.
Grandpa’s voice took on a calm and soothing tone as he concluded the story “And so the wise man who built his house on the rock welcomed his brothers, their families and pets to live with him and they all lived happily ever after.”
“Grandpa why didn’t the storm take away his house?”
“Because the rock was very strong.”
“Is that why the story says he’s wise?”
“Yes it is, he chose the right place to build his house.” Grandpa was getting tired.
“Grandpa does that mean the people on the telly weren’t wise?”
Grandpa stared mouth ajar.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields herself and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
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