A trumpeting sound

A story from Carol from HoneyGwhiz. Happy Saturday!


elephant-2910293_960_720Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

Snow continued to fall. It wasn’t going to let up any time soon. I stood still. Had I entered the spirit realm? My grandfather told me we each had an animal spirit. And mine was the elephant.

I saw the elephant at the tree. So, how is it possible I saw me looking at the elephant. I didn’t pay much attention when my grandfather told me stories of the spirit realm and the animal spirit. Now, here I was and he wasn’t.

Elephants had thick hides, yes? Yet, I felt the cold biting through my thick hide. The falling snow landed on my broad back. I shivered.

I shivered again. Was that goosebump chills or the winter cold? It would be dark soon and I was still miles from home. How did the elephant and I become one?

And to add to the weird stuff…

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15 thoughts on “A trumpeting sound

  1. I like Carol’s thought of animal spirit. She tells a great story. 🙂

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  2. Loved Carol’s take on the prompt! 🙂

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  3. joylennick says:

    Thank you! Interesting to wonder what my animal spirit would be if I had one? Definitely not an ant-eater or a tiger…I rather fancy an orangutan. They’re great fun. x

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  4. This is a lovely story by Carol. Thanks for sharing, Diana!

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  5. Jordy says:

    Such a beautiful story.😊

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