I chose the image of the stone bridge in the UK for my twenty-minute sprint this week. And then I was having so much fun that I kept writing, so this is longer than usual and definitely wasn’t written in only twenty minutes. I still did the usual quick copy-edit before posting, so please excuse any errors I missed.
Aaron held Jason’s hand as they walked down the road from the little village where they were staying. There was a lovely little stone bridge Aaron wanted to look at. Jason found them interesting because of the engineering principals involved and how old they were. Aaron thought they were lovely and had found that any kind of water crossing had potential to be a place where mages placed protections. In a country as old as Britain, he thought there was a chance there would be traces of some kind of spell he could study.
“We’ve walked back to every old bridge we’ve crossed on this trip,” Jason said as they arrived. “Is there something about them besides the look that you find so interesting?”
Aaron smiled. Jason knew him too well. “They’re a common place to find the remains of spells,” Aaron confessed. “If a village had a mage, they would put protection spells on bridges and fords and crossroads to guide those who intended harm away from their home.”
“Find any so far?” Jason asked, squeezing Aaron’s hand.