Tundar waved his hands at the pile of rocks, “In a thousand years, this will drive them bonkers!”
I often wondered about Tundar, and I certainly did then. He’d gone to a lot of trouble to make a rock wall. He’d found hundreds of flat rocks, and stacked them, to make the wall. Walls were sensible enough. I could see him building one.
But this wall was in the middle of nowhere. It was a three day hike to reach it. And Tundar had hauled all those rocks that distance. To build a wall that had no purpose.
He laughed, “I think the triangle arrangment sitting on top of the doorway, with the two big balls, is the perfect touch.”
He wasn’t wrong. They did make the wall easier to look at. They gave it an air of purpose.
“I bet they’ll think it’s some kind of religious symbol. Or maybe a calendar, or some strange way to track the rise and fall of the moon, or the seasons.”
I had to interrupt him, “What? What are you talking about?”
“I bet, in a thousand or so years, they’ll find this, and they’ll wonder what it is, what it means, who made it, why they put it here.” Tundar laughed. “I can see them now, making up explanations. It will be hilarious!”
“Tundar, in a thousand years, you’ll have been dead for over 900 of them.”
“Of course. That’s what makes this so fun.”
“A joke you won’t see the end of, but this excites you?”
He laughed louder, “Oh! What if they think it was made by aliens! Or maybe we were trying to talk to our gods, or something!” He laughed so hard, he fell over. Then, he explained to me. “Sandar. You know those rocks we found, that stand on end. The big rocks, arranged in rows, like fence posts?”
I nodded. Everyone knew the legend of those rocks.
“What if whoever set them up did it, knowing someone would come along, eventually, long after they were dead, and gone, and turned back into dirt from whence we all came, and that someone would try to explain why the ancients made fence posts out of stupidly big rocks that took a dozen men to move.”
“The fence post rocks are a practical joke?”
He nodded, “Might as well be. We won’t ever figure out what they’re for, and the people that made them are long dead. Who knows. Maybe they were actually laundry line posts, and there used to be ropes between them to hang clothes on.”
“Well,” I had to nod too, “Maybe. That makes as much sense as anything else.”
“So, why not, long after we’re dead, and returned to dirt, let whoever finds this come up with all kinds of stupid ideas for why we did it.”
That’s when I realized what he was saying. “Hmm. Perhaps we can do a lot more things like this.”
“I know! Right! We could drive people nuts for centuries!” He waved at the rocks again. “Maybe. Maybe we can talk about this with the king, and see if he has any ideas. Or at least wants in on the joke.”
“Tundar. Do you have another idea already?”
“Yes. Yes I do. We can make huge drawings in the dirt. Where no one lives, They’d last for ever.”
I started laughing. “A giant spider, perhaps.”
“And so many others.”
I was laughing fully at that point, “I wonder what they’d call them.”
“Who knows?” He grinned. “Who cares?” He winked at me, “It will drive them nuts for centuries.
It’s week 128 of Miranda Kate‘s Mid-Week Challenge. I’m on the iPad Mini, which is ancient, so links are a headache, and I’ll stop at just the one link. Go there, and read the stories for week 128, including Miranda’s story. The stories are always little works of art, crafted with words, meant to be shared, and enjoyed.