Arthur’s Place

Image copyright: Rachel Bjerke

Image copyright: Rachel Bjerke

Arthur’s Place, the shepherds called it. They would guide us there when we were kids, talk about secret wealth, hidden gold. Even then we weren’t fooled, but we loved the magic.

Our parents said it was country talk, pay no attention, shepherd superstition.

When I got older, you know what it’s like, I wanted to visit the place again, show the wife, the kids, connect with my youth.

Ah, those shepherds may have been rough, rude, unschooled, but they recognised a good deal when MineCorp made an offer for the mineral rights.

Now, there’s no more magic, just machines and dust.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge, found HERE

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73 Responses to Arthur’s Place

  1. Magic can’t fight against greed these days it seems. Everyting that’s called “magic” that our children see is organized. Well done, Patrick. 🙂 — Suzanne

  2. Now, there’s no more magic, just machines and dust — Well said. I feel that way about so many things these days and wonder where our children’s children will find magic.

  3. Progress isn’t always good progress. Tall tales but the magic is what a child hears.
    I enjoyed your interpretation very much. : )

  4. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Patrick, Great story and I don’t know what to think about fracking. Time will tell who knew the read truth and who wanted to cause a “stir.” Nan

  5. Great story… And eerily close to the inevitable truth. There are rock quarries all around this farm and offers to buy it have already been made. I’m sure one sad day it really will be just dust and machinery.

  6. Ouch. Guess that’s modern day progress for you. Good strong ending

  7. Alice Audrey says:

    How unfortunate that they were right.

  8. Margaret says:

    I can relate to the desire to revisit childhood places, to reconnect – but you can never really go back. The magic is in the remembering, perhaps. Well told.

  9. Like so much of the world’s “magic”…erased by progress.

  10. AnnIsikArts says:

    I can relate to this. I revisited a couple of years back, my first childhood home. A house in the village square. Quite a community. It was gone! Replaced by a one-storey building attached to a working mens’ club. The memory of it is so strong in my mind, I felt it impossible that it didn’t exist any more. I was devastated.

  11. erinleary says:

    You can’t go home again…sad but very true.

  12. A magical place lost, but I’ve a feeling the young protagonist at the beginning of the story grew to become the man that facilitated the deal. He looks back nostalgically, and then returns to making a living. Good story.

  13. This feels like when a child learns that there’s no Santa Claus. That’s the worst part of growing up, losing all the magic that once filled every aspect of our lives.

  14. afairymind says:

    So sad. The magic of childhood sold to the highest bidder. Good story. 🙂

  15. Jan Brown says:

    Oh, how the dreams of our use our slayed in adulthood! Your story makes me mourn in those dreams all the more. Nothing like a giant backhoe to ruin the mood….

  16. Fracking is a big issue for us as well. Magic and memories hold little store with decision makers, though there has been an element of success due to public protest. Well told Patrick

  17. elmowrites says:

    What makes a place special isn’t the real value but the magical one. To the locals though, can you really blame them for realising a different kind of value?

  18. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Patrick,

    This is how the world will end, not with a bang, but by being sold to the highest bidder by faeries. I wonder where they’re kicking up their heels now.



  19. Sometimes it’s a mistake to go back. Even if it had been the same the kids probably would have said ‘yeah, yeah’ and gone back to their electronic devices! Nice wry little tale.

  20. draliman says:

    That’s so sad, to go back to a favourite childhood spot and find it destroyed. I sometimes miss the fields where houses are now.

  21. subroto says:

    There is a big debate on fracking happening here too. The mining companies swear it is safe, the farmers don’t think so. Unfortunately “progress” wins and there is no money in magic.

  22. storydivamg says:

    Oh . . . I’m sad now. I hate to think of (or see in person) the destruction of a pretty place. Will we ever learn?

    Well told, Patrick, and without getting preachy.

    All my best,

  23. Sadly reminds me of a few of my special places. Wonderful story.

  24. Money can buy no memories, eh? I feel sorry for them

  25. Aw, what a shame that industry has to ruin such sacred places. I like your take on the prompt in this story.

  26. Karyn says:

    I like your modern-day story…reality.

  27. A different sort of magic for the miners, I guess. A fable for the times, but hopefully we will hang onto plenty of places with magic in them. I like what you did with this.


  28. Having a hard time finding the positive. Perhaps his kids will find mining machines magical? Sigh. Well done.

  29. One day we will start to believe in magical places, but it will be too late. You did another great job this week.

  30. Sandra says:

    Magic means different things to different people. I’m with the shepherds on this one. Good story Patrick.

  31. gahlearner says:

    The shepherds were right, there was secret wealth. Good for them, but bad for such a lovely, magical spot.

  32. micklively says:

    JP Getty said “the meek shall inherit the earth but not its mineral rights”.

  33. Dear Patrick,

    I guess there was no money in magic. A story well done.



  34. Alas .. magic is often lost to miner’s dust.. money is rarely magic. Great turn here

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