Photographer: Michael Grogan
No one had been beyond the arches in life-times. Amay was chosen. Thalia made a thick rope braid of her hair. Zua found more suitable clothes for the journey.
Amay kept saying, “Glide along the brickwork. Glide along the brickwork..,” trying to sound like she bravely meant it.
They watched as she carefully slide under the arch, pressing herself flat against the bulwark. One more step and she would be . . . .
Gordon sighed. He watched the black and photographs stream out of the laser printer. Another 100 of the Arches.
He inspected the quality of the prints.
“Damn,” he said. “There is a smudge just this side of the arches.”
I don’t follow instructions well. So, although there are arches and mystery, not quite what was asked of tale weavers!