The watch-house


This week’s photo prompt is by J. Hardy Carroll

The watch-house

We called it the watch-house. It was the perfect playground, despite our parents’ warnings.

A hornets’ nest hung from a high window. Someone would come and remove it periodically, but the nest always grew back.

We dreamed up the notion that the nest was a collector, gathering up the world’s evils, growing huge with them, until the watchers came to take it away. We imagined that life sat less heavily on our young shoulders each time it disappeared.

I called in again recently when I happened to be nearby. The nest was enormous. Maybe the watchers have given up.

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This is my offering for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the link-up.

52 thoughts on “The watch-house

    • Interesting that you read the character as female. I don’t think it matters, but I imagined a male when I was writing it. I think young people, maybe during the teen years, do feel the weight of the world. Maybe it’s the loss of innocence which comes with growing up. Thanks for commenting, Michael.

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    • It seems that it does. It’s nice when we find a refuge where we feel safe, but I don’t think it’s possible to be completely shielded from the world’s evils. And someone has to be out there trying to do something about them. Thanks for leaving a comment, Bjorn.

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