A woman wandered slowly along a remote shoreline collecting stones as she headed to an isolated spot far from curious tourists. Selecting a clear area, she began piling them one on top of the other. Each stone representing a year since she slipped from this world and discovered her true life. She never figured what natural or unnatural force delivered her to the Other World. She is profoundly grateful it happened; returning every year to the spot where she first entered the Other World to reflect, give thanks and sip sweet wine created by grapes not grown in this world.
The photo used in this edition of Friday Fiction was taken on a remote, rocky beach somewhere along the Snæfellsnes peninsula, Iceland. There is a beautifully unearthly feel to the beach and lava trails I hiked over to get to the water. Walking along the beach, I encountered stone arrangements and wondered if they were created for art’s sake or was there a deeper meaning to some of the designs. Of course, my mind went straight to Lucy and Alex and how I could work an image captured at the beach into their storyline. I’m kicking around ideas of what The Other World is composed of and who is granted visiting privileges. The beach and the surrounding lava trails projected an unearthly mysteriousness that could be part of the framework of the Other World. I do know this – the other world brings out the best or the worst in those who fall into it. It all depends on the innate character of the person. These traits may not be well resolved at the surface within everyday earthly lives but within Other World the rules are different and a balance must be maintained.
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