Up in the Collegiate Peaks of Colorado is this small ghost town of St. Elmo that I fell in love with many years ago. And when this week’s prompt was a story about history, my mind traveled to a ghost town. Most ghost towns become just that due to the lack of income and jobs; I gave mine a bit of a twist though.
The June 25, 2014 challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications was to: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that considers history, near or far.
Ghost Town
She walked alone down the dirt road, once inundated with horses and maybe carriages even, trying to feel some connection to her past. Had any of her family skipped stones in the stream nearby, or stopped for a drink after a hard day of mining?
Her fingers itched to run themselves over the weathered wood of buildings. She passed an old saloon that had once been the livelihood of this town. Eyes closed, she inhaled the clean, mountain air and tried to imagine the old ghost town come to life.
What had scared an entire town enough to run?
What did you think?
~AJP
I like this!
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Thank you.
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I think it’s great; you have a real talent AJ. And thanks for the recommendation on your blog for mine!
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Nice. I love “ghost” towns. So cool. You fit a lot into 99 words here. I want to have a drink at that saloon. 😉 Meet me there?
P.S. St. Elmo looks amazing! Thanks for including the link.
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Sounds like an excellent idea! First round’s on me.
It really is wonderful. And there’s a chipmunk feeding spot that is a must experience, the little critters are so humanized that they crawl all over you lol
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Well done — you took me there :))
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Thank you 🙂
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Love it!!!!
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You describe so well that sense of walking in the road created by others before, wondering who and why. That detail about skipping stones makes us realize we are not so different from our ancestors. I can almost her the piano playing in the saloon! And that last line is what I think everything I see a place like that–abandoned–why? Great flash! Oh, and I’d belly up to saloon bar with you, too!
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Thank you!! Such a wondrous place makes writing about seem almost too easy. I am glad I wasn’t the only one who could hear the piano playing in the saloon!! I am hoping to have the chance to visit St. Elmo soon, I wonder if the old saloon is still standing.
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We’ll have to find out!
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