Friday Fictioneers: Higher Places

Copyright - Danny Bowman

This post is written in response to the weekly photo prompt from Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers. The rules of Fictioneers are as follows:


  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
  • While our name implies “fiction only” it’s perfectly Kosher to write a non-fiction piece as long as it meets the challenge of being a complete story in 100 words.
  • When you are done here check out Rochelle’s other subscribers at

Here is my story:

Higher Places

I was born the seventh son of a seventh son. Mother said my blood was magic.

Yet the seer foretold my doom if I ever stood higher than the pillar in the temple garden; So father gave me to the priests to ward by their magics in the  stone circle.

But I was young and grew tired of the forest. I wanted the sky; So when I ran it was to the highest place.

I first saw her by God’s twins at her prayers before a wooden cross. Something whispered across the hillside and blew away all I knew of life. Magic abandoned me to love.

28 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Higher Places

  1. Good story and well written. I can also see this as a longer story or book. I’d also encourage you to send out your manuscript when you think it’s finished. I would if it was me as I’d be curious to know how it would do. There’s nothing like trying.

  2. Pingback: Friday Fictioneers: The Laska Steps | Lillie-Put

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