First in for the photo prompt this week…
They had reached the top of the long, stone staircase. A little breathless, they stood in the flickering sunlight, looking down into the mill stream below them.
“The walls have ears,” commented Melissa.
“They’re just old, stone walls,” replied her husband.
“No,” insisted Melissa. “They have ears. Real EARS. See? Look, over there. See? They’re ears? Can’t you see them?”
He looked harder, squinting … and then, he felt a gentle push. And he was falling, falling … and distantly the sound of tinkling laughter. Was that the sound of walls … laughing?