Each item tells a story- for each item collected, something fantastical happened. Such was the magic of summer visits to Hidden Cove.
I picked up a lot more but I only kept the pieces that pair with a memory.
I remember the first and last times, especially.
When I saw a Merperson conversing with a Merlungh, its scaly-legged freshwater cousin, I stared hard, then smiled for hours; my Grandparents understanding when they saw my bemused face.
When I had to destroy the secret tunnel and hide the cove forever, though. Then I wept. By then I had seen too much.
I picked up a lot more but I only kept the pieces that pair with a memory.
I remember the first and last times, especially.
When I saw a Merperson conversing with a Merlungh, its scaly-legged freshwater cousin, I stared hard, then smiled for hours; my Grandparents understanding when they saw my bemused face.
When I had to destroy the secret tunnel and hide the cove forever, though. Then I wept. By then I had seen too much.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller
I wonder what he's seen to be forced to close the door to magic. Intriguing story, full of wonders
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