Hi everyone! Here I come again with another Writing Trip to show a Scenic View based off of a Random Word/Image/Concept. Today I'm going to use the word tablets. Now let's see what kind of image I find from the word:
The Tablet
I ran my hand over the smooth stone once more. I couldn't believe I had found it after so many years of digging. I would have been severely disappointed had I not found it, and I was this close to giving up. For anyone that can't see me, I'm holding my fingers about an inch apart. That close. But I had found it.
I read the words again: "Be not the cautious one who must in dire reasoning find solace, for the tears of the divine shall heal and give notice of the final days."
I was not alone in the canvas structure. It was filled to the brim with people trying to crane their necks and stroke my ego. It felt nice. I felt really good, knowing all these people had come to hear his account of what was truly a long, arduous and boring personal adventure.
I noticed the young man with the unkempt hair approach the stone and trace the lines. Then I watched his lips move as he read the words. By now, of course, I had recounted the tale many times and had translated the message more than a dozen times.
The young man's brow wrinkled as I watched. Then I saw him turn and smile. It was then that I knew he could translate. His soft laughter never reached my ears, but I imagined the crackling, gravelly chuckle that belied his youth.
I grinned back at the Lord of Death and nodded. The buzzing of flies followed the dropping bodies. I breathed in the stench of rot and the scent of my successes.
The End
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