Broken Path: The Buddha Rocks Project

Right. So Evelyn at Filling a Hole has a challenge called The Buddha Rocks Project. The rules are basic. 7 days of posts inspired by 7 pictures taken by Eric. who also has a blog over here Bubba’s Place.
Confused yet? Don’t be.
Enjoy both Eric’s photography and my hand-wringing as I try 7 days of posts inspired by 7 of his pics.

Broken Path
Nobody had witnessed the cinder block tumble. Nobody needed to for it to mean the end of Ray.
It was near winter’s completion. Snow capped our world and our sensibilities. The three of us had long since quit arguing, choosing instead our own company. Of course we would encounter one another within the confines of the walls of the mansion, whether it was in the kitchen, the lounge or desolate corridors, but after the month of June not a single word was uttered aloud. Even the eye contact between us ceased. Our food rations were split and each of us took care of ourselves. We knew what our chores were, and took care of our own. We were biding our time, brooding, so never noticed when one of the cinder blocks lining the pathway that lead from the back garden to the patio, simply toppled to its side and broke its line that neatly divided snow covered gravel from snow covered lawn. Shakespeare himself would have been proud of the irony – it was Ray’s responsibility to care for that pathway.
The sound of our master’s return reinvigorated the blood coursing our veins. No longer lost at sea, we were to regain purpose to our lives. He had arrived in the darkest hour. We stood at the ready, lanterns raised as beacons to guide him toward his kingdom’s entrance. From the darkness came the cunch-crunch of his even footsteps in the snow, and when his face was finally illuminated, tears of joy burned our eyes.
He slept until midday, then took a long bath and leisurely meal. Finally, in the late afternoon light, he stepped outside and announced he would take a brief walk around the premises. When I caught sight of him returning along the pathway that lead from the back garden to the patio, I made for the kitchen to prepare his tea. Upon my return to the patio, I saw that he stood alongside the fallen cinderblock. He circled it with a frown. He bent down on all fours with his nose almost touching the ground. He shovelled some dirt with his hands. Then sprang back like a dog bitten on the nose by a squirrel. Slowly, still on all fours, he crept back to his previous position and scratched manically in the dirt.
“Raaaaaaay!” he shrieked. I knew the tone. I’d heard it before when dark and dreadful days had befallen the manor. “Raaaaaay!”
I raced to my master. When I arrived he lunged at my throat with his powerful hands, lifting my feet off the ground, then he pounded my back into the snow. Dazzled and breathless I fought for my life in vain, and may well have lost it had he not returned to his sensibilities and realized I was not Ray.
“Where is Ray?” he moaned. An injured animal. I shook my head. He got up and ran for the house.
I rolled onto my side to catch my breath. I was inches away from the fallen cinderblock. Slowly, I raised head to peer at the dark patch my master had been scratching at. I did not recognize them as fingers at first due to the discoloration, but there was no doubting to whom the silver engagement ring belonged.

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14 thoughts on “Broken Path: The Buddha Rocks Project

  1. Pingback: BuddhaRocks Project: Curtain Call! « Filling a Hole

  2. Kay Camden

    Oh my. Haunting and gloomy, romantic and frightening. Victorian. The tension! It writhes! This reminds me of Daphne du Maurier, one of my favorite authors. She captured such a profound darkness with her words I have never found anywhere else, but now I sense it here. Encore.

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    1. scribbla Post author

      Thank you for your words. You sell yourself short though – your writing is quite brilliant and emotionally stirring.

      Reply
  3. Evelyn

    my brain is spinning! Is the master a giant?
    I love stories about giants!
    This reminds me a little of jack nicholson in Witches of Eastwich but ALSO a little like those bush animals that come alive in The Shining.
    Skin crawling!
    YAY! BuddhaRocks Project!

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  4. Janece

    Whoa! Totally didn’t see that coming. I was right there in the darkness of the house, keeping my eyes averted and my thoughts to myself. Great piece! And what a cool writing prompt! I’ll be looking forward to more photos and more stories 🙂

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  5. Eric

    Cool story, Scribbla! I liked how you took the focus of my photo and made it a focal point in telling your story. A dandy piece for the BuddhaRocks project!

    Reply

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