The land, willed to my father, had been in our family for generations. Everybody considered it useless and unbuildable. His dream became constructing something wonderful on the eroding bluff, somehow overcoming the treacherous pull of gravity. Every portion completed required constant reinforcement afterward. Even as the lowest levels crumbled away, more rooms and terraces were added on top. He was certain that one day a magnificent castle would stand atop this land.
When the land was willed to me, his dream became mine. Someday there will be a castle here.
I just hope I live long enough to witness it.
This week’s entry for the Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word story based on the photo prompt above.
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Dear J.D.
I hope the castle stands long enough for anyone to witness. 😉 And so the dream is passed from generation to generation. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Its like the story of the mason who’s always aware he’s building a cathedral vs the one who’s just think of the wall he’s making.. at the end it’s the dream that matters.
I think of it like a never ending project like the Winchester mystery house. No matter how big the castle gets it will never be finished. The dream will be passed on to each generation. Thanks for the comment and the thought provoking photo too.
Everything is possible!
A metaphor for life itself. Well done.
Thank you. We are always building our dreams.
Lovely dream to share.
Thank you for reading. We must hold on to our dreams no matter how improbable they seem.
Good luck with your castle-fornia dreaming.
Randy
Everything in California is built on a wing and a prayer.
“Even as the lowest levels crumbled away,” Me thinks that, it this is the case, the castle will never last.
That never stopped humans before…
A fantastic dream to live with. Nice story.
J.D., It’s good to have a dream no matter how fantastic. At least he’s happy. Good and well-written story. 🙂 —Susan