Every Friday authors worldwide gather around the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Bjorn Rudberg. Thanks Bjorn!
The Grand Tour
I went travelling. The Grand Tour, they called it. All the rich young men went and marvelled at ruins, as fashion dictated.
My guide told me a tale of one youth, who, unfulfilled by ruin, ventured further than fashion and found himself amongst mountains, in a snow storm which died into a cradling mist, then lifted, revealing to the boy walls and tall towers, girdling gardens of rill and incense trees, a sacred river plunging to the sea.
I asked my guide what was this place.
“The folly of a great king.”
“And what of the boy?”
“He became a child.”
(c) Ann Isik 2014
Kubla Khan; Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (1772–1834), courtesy The Poetry Foundation