February 11, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that demonstrates compassion. You can explore weltschmerz (enabling us to care enough about what’s wrong) and meliorism (driving us to try to do something about it) if you want to explore those specific terms. Consider posting on February 20, too.
These flash prompts keep pushing me further and further into unknown territory! That’s a good thing, btw, in case you were wondering if I’m sitting here holding my head in my hands and crying into a soggy tissue. The creative urge gets stretched in directions it’s meant to go, but probably wouldn’t get there so quickly but for the ever-vigilant weekly prompt from Ms Mills.
This week is the longest stretch yet, and it’s not only Merlin who’s feeling the pinch! I hadn’t realised how much of Merlin’s life has been out of the compassionate spotlight. He’s an accomplished fighter, brought up to know swordplay and the martial arts of the battlefield, although, having never been on the battle field, he’s never been around the dying and wounded who needed tending. And anything that smacks of being a sissy has always been a bit of a no-no in his men-of-iron-and-steel world, so he’s never exactly had to run over to his buddies as they got those cuts and bruises in training to tend to them. It just wouldn’t have been the done thing. So, he has a very sharp awakening coming to him now, and it’s delivered with that kind of tone you just don’t disobey, even if you are almost 5th century royalty.
I also hadn’t realised how difficult it is to research and write about somewhere, and some when for that matter, that you’re not even peripherally familiar with. For instance, 1st century Roman Judaea! So,what do I do? Spend months in research I probably won’t remember, and still not know what I’m talking about? Send out messages to the cosmos to find me a new friend who is? That’s all a bit too haphazard for me. So I’ll do what I always do: create an illusion and write around the new stuff with what I DO know. Hmm, we’ll ALL have to wait and see how well that works out, then.
Here’s a little picture of the type of building Jesus was supposed to have been very familiar with. That’s a good start!
Merlin Learns a New Way
Anna thought and worked quickly, stanching the flow of blood with a cord around the man’s leg, patching up the gash the falling masonry had made, and being sure that he was safe, in mind and body, before moving on through the mass of poorer dwellings all huddled together like shy schoolgirls.
“Next time you can do the healing, Merlin!”
“Did you think yours was to be a watching ministry while you’re with us?”
“But surely healing’s for women.”
“Healing’s what the ministry’s all about, whether you’re man or woman, Merlin. Get used to it, or go home!”
I’m pleased to say that I’ve just posted And of the Secret Never to be Told, the scene with Merlin’s exciting entrance into this 1st century Judaean landscape, so, if you’ve enjoyed this flash and you’d like to experience more of my Merlin, just pop across to the Blogging My Book tab, where you can also read more of his partners in fiction in the previous posts.
Brightest Blessings to you ALL, as always,
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