Friday, March 4, 2011

Original Work: Untitled

(Still a work in progress??? I'm not completely happy with it...)

“Ceci est le sac de semeur. Prenez et jetez au vent.” – Victor Hugo

(This is the grainsack. Take and scatter on the wind.)

He shaded his eyes from the sun, looked up, and saw nothing but red brick—the color of the earth beneath him, but in the tower above him instead. The sounds of cattle pulling carts and the salty smell of sweat surrounded him.

As he turned, his neighbor hefted a sizeable pile of bricks into his arms, coating both their arms with a layer of dust; he chuckled and said, “Get these to the top.”

The first man turned to climb the tower. “Fine. Going now,” he said.

His neighbor looked at him puzzled. What had the man just said?

1 comment:

Abby said...

Ooh I like it! I can see why you're not totally happy with it, but this seems like a really good starting place for a time-traveling story. Or maybe that is just me. :)