Copyright Madison Woods
‘Dad, there a truck outside full of barbed wire, d’you know anything about it?’
‘It’s for river meadow. I’m sick of that bloody woman’s dogs worrying our sheep, time to get tough.’
‘You don’t know her dogs are to blame, more likely a fox.’
‘It’s her fault!
I don t know why he hated her. Since I bumped into her in the village, we’ve got on really well. She liked the fact our hair is almost the same colour.
My mother left us when I was small; it’s good to have a woman to talk to occasionally.
Dad wouldn’t understand.
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Two weeks into my retirement and hardly a word written! It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but then life has a habit of interfering. I have managed to scribble this, hope you like it. Thanks to Kent Bonham for the interesting photo and to Rochelle for steering us through the maze…
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
A Man of Vision
‘How can we help you if you keep the design in your head Antoni?’
‘I cannot draw a design, as it changes every time I think of it. It is a fluid, changing thing I cannot confine to paper. If you will help me, then you must work as I work.’
‘But this bears no resemblance to any cathedral we have ever seen.’
Antoni stopped listening.
Through years of turmoil and political unrest he worked on his masterpiece. He never finished it, but saw in his mind’s eye all the colours, the textures and the glory of his beloved cathedral.
For more information on Antoni Gaudi and his work, including his beloved cathedral the Sagrada Familia
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