Songs to the Blood

Mondays Finish the Story Challenge— 150 words around this image–

Copyright 2015 Barbara W. Beacham
Copyright 2015 Barbara W. Beacham

and this opening sentence–

“The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.”

This isn’t very satisfactory, but I gave it a shot.

Copyright 2015 Douglas Daniel
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The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. Everyone agreed on that.

Some said it recorded a great flood. Others that it told of a victory over an enemy.

Still others said it commemorated an eclipse, or the appearance of a supernova in the sky.

But to those of us who had the blood in us, it sang.

It sang in us, and to us.

It sang of stars, and the emptiness of the void.

It sang of solar winds, gas clouds light-years across, and great worlds covered with storms.

It sang of separation, of tears, of bitter parting.

It sang of long years, lost.

It sang, at last, of reunion.

We gathered, those of the blood, to wait among red stones, and open sky, for the appointed hour.

When the Moon was high, and the Sun low, the portals opened, and through them stepped our long-sundered kinfolk, bright and terrible, to reclaim their communion with us.

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