Others have walked this way before me, down the long processional. From the Land of the Living to the Land of the Dead we come, torches bright in the last curtain of the night. Happiness, awe, and fear walk with me, but I am one of a host, and the druids shield us as we enter the great circle.
The solstice sun stabs out through the dark and brushes a finger to the guide stone. A terrible brightness. I cannot look as the year is reborn.
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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
Neil MacDonald Author 
Very atmospheric, Neil. I hope it’s just a new year and not all the other terrible possibilities.
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Thanks so much. It’s just a new year, but still full of joy and awe
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You build the atmosphere of suspense with your usual aplomb, Neil
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Thanks so much, CE. It is only a sunrise, but what a sunrise
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Oh my, this is dramatic! Nice one, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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Somehow bringing in the new year this way instead of fireworks feels more… more!
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Thanks so much, Dale
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Dear Neil,
And what a year it’s been thus far. Atmospheric piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Interesting times. Thanks so much, Rochelle
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The build up is great Neil – great read 🙌
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Thanks so much
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