This is my response to this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt, Fog – #writephoto. I offer you a brief look at the lives of ordinary inhabitants of the Greenwood. They, like us ‘hoomans’ lead quite mundane lives. Shopping, paying bills, crying at ‘romcoms’, attending festivals and getting inebriated. On this occasion there’s an important gathering in progress, the Faerie folk are attending a ritual blessing of an ancient oak tree. Our new Festivals Editor is on the scene. Not a popular Shape Changer. Her battle hardened film crew dislike her intensely. They keep disappearing to talk to the locals, the aim being to film an alternative version of the event.
It’s twilight and a most beautiful example I have to say. The spirits of the dead are slowly gathering, as are folk from the Greenwood. It’s a proud moment for our little community; we’ve waited a few hundred years for their visit. Such a blessing, especially for the Oak dryad. I was hoping to see bunting and posters but the Mayoress, sorry, High Priestess, wants none of ‘that modern rubbish’. Says my suggestions have brought unwelcome and fearful responses from hoomans. It’s attitudes like this that keep us in the dark ages. Modernisation is no bad thing, why don’t they accept it and move on? Viewers, I know my remarks can sometimes be controversial but the truth must out. We need to show the hoomans a more positive picture of ourselves.
Our Editor slopes off down the valley in a despondent mood.
Meanwhile, several shades of the dead are lurking in the undergrowth watching the journalist. They aren’t impressed it has to be said. Much sniggering can be heard and a few pungent comments. The Green Man is nowhere to be seen, which is causing the organising committee heartburn. The creatures of the forest are merrily drinking themselves into a stupor. A combination of raucous music and 70% proof mead has seen to that.
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