Friday Fictioneers – The Dig

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Look, mate, I’m not runes—I’m Cadoc. What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, grubbing around in the dirt beside me? I’ve had a nice kip these last three thousand years, and then you come along. Some eternal rest! I would’ve preferred eternal feasting, but we can’t have everything, can we? Anyway, bugger off and leave me in peace. Oi! You can’t be lifting my skull. Put me back right now or I’ll curse you unto the tenth generation with the magical lore of the Celts. Oh, all right, I don’t know a curse from a warding spell. But show some sodding respect, mate.

Oi! 

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

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