Day 18. Eglinton

Day 18: They say you can judge a book by its cover. But some book covers attract and fascinate. Browse Amazon, or look on you bookshelves and choose a book you haven’t read that has a cover you really like. Now, you’re going to steal that cover for your own story. Okay, not really “steal” – just borrow. Write a story of your own that would go with that cover.

I borrowed Stephen King's cover for Under the Dome.
I borrowed Stephen King’s cover for Under the Dome.

“Once . . . a long time ago, when there was prosperity in the land, when we were just one people sharing the island.” Sam replied. “Right then, was the only time I remember not being afraid.”

“What was it like before?” asked his granddaughter Elise.

“Before, it was unstable. We moved around a lot, always ready to go, in case . . . you know, something should happen. It wasn’t easy or nice. And I was a child back then, we weren’t allowed outside much.” He wiped his brow with the handkerchief he’d been fiddling around with nervously. He knew Elise had become fascinated with the island once she found out about Eglinton. “But then,” he stopped fidgeting and stood straight facing Elise, “the peace came and everything was fine. No war, no running, just calm. Like nothing ever happened.” He shook his head.

“But Granpa’, you’re not telling me anything and you said you would. What happened here?” Elise sat cross-legged on his bed.

He shook his head while he contemplated her protest. “Alright, but we’re not supposed to talk about it, so if I tell you this once, I will not repeat it.” Elise knitted her brows but nodded her consent.

“Fine. Once, long ago, when I was maybe 10, war erupted in the east by Nain and spread like wild-fire. At the time, my Mom and I and my brothers and sister, we left where we were staying in Hopefield and travelled north along the river Frome into the hills of Islington. We came upon a town along the river in the night. It seemed deserted and untouched by the eruption of war going on around the island. We snuck in and hid in the first empty building we came upon. The next day, the town came alive. There were people everywhere doing their normal everyday business, not concerned about the war happening around us. It was like they were in their own little bubble, and we just happened to stumble into it.”

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