Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction. I really struggled with this photo prompt. Hopefully the story entertains. It begins after the photo.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 276
Ciceron Oquendo stared in awe as the wrecking ball swung again and again. Repeated abuse had not even scratched the seal of Don Perdomo and the aged building around it. Two more swings with no more effect, and the operator shut his machine down. Furious, Ciceron screamed at the operator, “What are you doing? We are not finished!”
A cackling sound nearby interrupted his fury. Ciceron whirled and saw an old man sitting on a palette.
“What are you laughing at, old man?”
“This building will not break,” he replied.
“It WILL break!”
“It will not. You see the seal of Don Perdomo?” He gestured with his cane. “He is cursed to protect the village of Banyala forever.”
“What are you talking about?”
“In 1552, the king tasked Don Perdomo to guard the village from Moorish raiders. After a week of battles, Perdomo lost many men, and his courage. He tried to flee.
“The village brujo tried to stop Perdomo, clutching at his cape, and begged him to stay and protect the villagers from certain death. Perdomo drove him away at the point of a sword.
“Angry, the brujo cursed Perdomo’s soul to guard Banyala forever. Ever after, every structure he touched would bear the seal of his cowardice and be guarded by his spirit from destruction.”
“Fantasy! You waste my time,” spat Ciceron. He turned to see the wrecking ball operator had fled. Ciceron cursed foully and turned back to the old man.
He was gone. Nowhere to be seen. All that remained was a metal disk embedded in the wood of the palette, bearing the seal of Don Perdomo.
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents an original image as a writing prompt. 100-200 words written based on the prompt is our challenge. Here is this week’s prompt: http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/photo-fiction-september-15th-2013/