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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘

Hosted each week by jenne and ceayr, we who are about to write are tasked with creating a story, (a world, a glimpse off the continuum or, perhaps merely a daydream), inspired by the week’s photo image. The limit to this construction is that it require no more than two hundred and fifty words to convey.

“But, gran’pa, you said you’d show me a castle, the place where you used to work.”

The boy, secured by the momentary tether of his five-year-old hand to an arthritic, age-mottled pier, looked up. In his innocent eyes, a power that shamans, priests and cult-leaders through the ages have vainly sought, proof of status and favor with both gods and demons.

“It is,” the tug on his hand reminded the old man that his practiced-slow gait was more than the earned leisure of a retired locksmith/shop-owner; it was a silent strategy to avoid shuffling off Hamlet’s coil unintentionally. His secret smile pressed an emphasis on the last word, one from which his children would recoil and his grandson lacked the lexicon.

Only his dog, leaning against the leg opposite the boy, could intuit the ever-present siren song that sound-tracked his days. Despite her own gait, a four-legged mirror of the man, the peace in her eyes offered more strength than Science and god combined.

“This is,” even as the grey became confident blue and the bricks of the sidewalk shouldered themselves into a carpet of secure predictability and, not without causing distant-lightning flash of fear, the hint of shadows knitting in customers, shop-owners and loved ones.

“This was.”

“Slow down, you two,” the voice of the boy’s mother, a tide far stronger than the momentary dock line pulled the boy into the future.

The dog never moved, The old man felt the world recede, the ultimate tide.

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