The story of a stone

The exposed castle stones lay baked in the sun. Stone number 23 wedged facing the cubby hole on one side and number 44 on another side sighed internally. He examined the cracks on his right side and the pock marks on his left while he thought back to the days of the castle in its glory days.

Number 23 had been originally a part of the small hill some hours from the castle where one day had just been like the other for centuries. Then had come lots of 2 legs who had blasted 23 apart from the hill and carted him along with other numbers to the place where the castle was standing now.

Everything in the world had a purpose and his purpose was to stand firm and hold together his bit of castle wall from crumbling. But he was weathered now and each of his cracks told a story of their own.

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Using the 360 degree view of the location provided, you must write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code.

4 Replies to “The story of a stone”

  1. Lavanya, that is really great. Such a creative take. There is a saying “you can’t get blood from a stone” but you managed to get emotion from rocks. Very impressive! Hope you’ll consider doing this week’s prompt too!

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