Some flash fiction for an obscure flash fiction contest:
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A particular oddity
While no one would really care to think much of it, time and again we have acquired reason to expect the existence of objects in settings which can’t be said to be well-suited to them. This entire busyness with the supposed statue which was seen by hikers in the forest is only the latest in a long line of phenomena which, under closer inspection, readily show at least a few common traits. Indeed, had this been simply about a statue, no doubt one which somehow outlived the larger edifice it once served as being its peripheral adornment, references to it would have died out long ago; what allowed this particular oddity to retain some of its potential to cause a certain kind of uneasiness and alarm was the fact that, apparently, at times this statue vanishes, and later on appears again.
On the edge of a glade, resting on autumnal leaves, the stony sighting returns, much like if it was a living wanderer. And while it is rarely seen twice by the same observer – it chose so distant a spot, and so large an interval between two appearances there, that it is simply not practical either to wait for it to return when it’s not there, or for it to go away if it’s there – there are already numerous accounts of its presence in that desolate and rather mournful spot in the glade.
Despite the rarity of the event, and the relatively large number of witnesses to it, it remains a matter of very localized interest: If it was happening in some vast and crowed city, definitely the spectacle would have commanded far more attention. But here? Here the statue gets inevitably noticed, but equally inevitably left without an insight as to what it may be; in this indeed it much resembles an idle wanderer who wishes to be left alone.
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A particular oddity
While no one would really care to think much of it, time and again we have acquired reason to expect the existence of objects in settings which can’t be said to be well-suited to them. This entire busyness with the supposed statue which was seen by hikers in the forest is only the latest in a long line of phenomena which, under closer inspection, readily show at least a few common traits. Indeed, had this been simply about a statue, no doubt one which somehow outlived the larger edifice it once served as being its peripheral adornment, references to it would have died out long ago; what allowed this particular oddity to retain some of its potential to cause a certain kind of uneasiness and alarm was the fact that, apparently, at times this statue vanishes, and later on appears again.
On the edge of a glade, resting on autumnal leaves, the stony sighting returns, much like if it was a living wanderer. And while it is rarely seen twice by the same observer – it chose so distant a spot, and so large an interval between two appearances there, that it is simply not practical either to wait for it to return when it’s not there, or for it to go away if it’s there – there are already numerous accounts of its presence in that desolate and rather mournful spot in the glade.
Despite the rarity of the event, and the relatively large number of witnesses to it, it remains a matter of very localized interest: If it was happening in some vast and crowed city, definitely the spectacle would have commanded far more attention. But here? Here the statue gets inevitably noticed, but equally inevitably left without an insight as to what it may be; in this indeed it much resembles an idle wanderer who wishes to be left alone.
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