Welcome Dear Readers to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge where the challenge is to write a a story using the third definition of the word, brand:3a (1) : a mark made by burning with a hot iron to attest manufacture or quality or to designate ownership (2) : a printed mark made for similar purposes : trademark b (1) : a mark put on criminals with a hot iron (2) : a mark of disgrace : stigma – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.jrYc5kg0.dpuf
Father Ozzie and the Palace of Wonders
Yaard Flunder kept his head held high as he walked through the city of cars. He could feel all eyes on his brand even though people here pretended not to notice him.
“Excuse me kind sir,” Yaard said to a man tugging at the leash of a goat. The goat refused to move. “Is this the way to the Palace of Wonders?”
“Palace of Wonders? I notice you carry the brand of the horse. Pardon me for staring, fellow, but I’ve only seen one like it before. We here all carry the X, you see.”
The man turned slightly. Over his shoulder blade, the opening in his overalls revealed the deep-red scar of an X — deeper than it needed to be — and crooked.
Have you come to see Father Ozzie then?” The man asked still tugging on his goat, the goat still refusing to move. “Most who come this way have come to set their eyes upon Father Ozzie. Oh the brands I’ve seen, fellow! A bird, a tree, and even the face of a man! I once saw a boy come this way, it was years ago now. The man forgot his goat momentarily and leaned in, lowering his voice. “Where the brand should have been was no brand at all, fellow! Can you imagine? No brand at all!”
Yaard suddenly didn’t like this man. What was he saying, no brand at all? What strange place was this? He had come to see the Palace of Wonders. He would leave this odd fellow with his crooked X and his strange stories and never come this way again.
Yaard Flunder began to run — jumping over the wide cracks in the old cement. He could hear the wild dogs howling in the distance. It was getting dark. In the moonlight, he could see the silhouette of the skyscraper ruins.
Maybe that’s where he would find the Palace of Wonders! Maybe that’s where he would finally set his eyes upon Father Ozzie.
Until next time . . . I love you