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The 26 eclectic-genre
short stories for my #AtoZChallenge are excerpts from travelogue notes by
novel character Gahlen, who first appeared in SHARDS OF MEMORY – Oral History in a Heartbeat.
Each A-to-Z daily post is a stand-alone tale - partly true, partly fiction.
novel character Gahlen, who first appeared in SHARDS OF MEMORY – Oral History in a Heartbeat.
Each A-to-Z daily post is a stand-alone tale - partly true, partly fiction.
INFAMOUS - PRISON SECRETS
Part 1 of 2 (the
only non-standalone tale)
Genre:
Religious War
(363 words)
In the seaport city of LaRochelle, no amount of
bicycling could conjure up connections to ancestors from the 17th
century.
“What did you expect, Gahlen?” one sister asked in
frustration. “A star ship to whisk you back to 1660?”
“Oui,
Gahlen,” rose a deep voice from behind us. “What have you envisioned as
representation of your ancestors? Possibly, this lighthouse will hold meaning for you, assuming you have a knight lurking in your background as most
people do.”
Stunned by the gentleman’s comments, I mumbled, “Pardon, vous m'avez eu?”
“Oui. I
address you, or another named Gahlen.”
“Are you suggesting LaRochelle still has something to
offer those seeking ancestral ties?”
“I suggest the soil of this land holds many secrets,”
came his cryptic response. “Residents during the 17th century were a
proud people, caught up in religious wars, though resistant to change. But
through long suffering and agony, the resistance collapsed and LaRochelle with
it.”
“How does that offer a sense of connection to
ancestors?”
“Maybe you ask too much of simple peasants, working to
feed sick and dying families while rulers of kingdoms fought over the right to
decide which religion would allow them into the kingdom of heaven.”
The man appeared out of place, certainly not a tour
guide. “Why are you here?” I asked.
“Pour quoi
suis-je ici? I am here because this tower is here.” As he spoke, he pointed
toward the bay encompassing the Port of LaRochelle.
The rounded structure with its towering steeple
appeared to lack purpose, at least in the context of this unusual conversation.
If there was a context. I had come to the uncomfortable conclusion that maybe
the gentleman was mad.
“Ah,” he said, “you think I know not of what I speak. You
may well be correct. I am the keeper of that once-infamous prison of condemned
priests and other wrongdoers. The graffiti they carved into the walls would cause
you young folk sleepless nights.”
The gentleman gestured for us to sit.
“Allow me to share with you a story about hidden
treasure that you could not have imagined. My name is Paulus Villiers, a
descendant of the keeper of much powerful knowledge.”
Part 2 of 2 tomorrow:
JUST LISTEN
(PRISON SECRETS Part 2)
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