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From July 2010 to December 2014 we ran OZLAND PICTURE STORIES as described below. Sadly though the number of writers reduced over the years and we decided to call it a day. We leave these as a record of the good times we had.

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Each month a new picture will be picked, from our OZLAND Artist of the Month collection, with different themes. Your goal is to write a 500-1000 word... poem... essay... or story about the picture picked. This is a chance for you to challenge your writing skills each month. Story can be written in ANY genre... sci fi... romance... ghost... fantasy... fiction... non-fiction... biography... mystery... historical... whatever your writing genre... feel free to experiment. Send your writing inworld to Sven Pertelson as a notecard to have it included on the web site. We meet at the The Ozland Art Gallery each Wednesday at Noon and 6pm SLT to read the latest submissions on voice. More Information

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Felicity – part 2 – Lillian Morpork

Esau and Robosam walked across the lawn, Esau looking toward the figures as they approached. ‘Levi! What was old Levi doing here?’ he wondered. Levi, Menshem and Imiah were all very ancient robots, from the early days of the world wide war. They spent their time in a little cottage some distance from the big house. There, they built and repaired the new style robos, the ones they called Androids. While the three ancient robots were humanlike, they were metallic. The Androids could have passed as human, if any had been around.

As they got closer, Esau realized that there were three figures coming. He recognised Robowill walking beside the stranger, with Levi walking alone, in front. The stranger was limping, and using a cane. As they neared, Esau recognised him. It was Peter MacDonald, the last of the original owners of the land. They met, and all stopped.

“Hello, Esau, I don’t suppose you recognise me,’ the stranger said.

“I do, sir, Mr. Peter MacDonald, and you are very welcome. We thought you dead, when we heard nothing after the end of the war. It is good to see you again. Come up to the house, it is ready to receive you. Shall I send Willy for a cart? It’s still a long walk, and you seem to be in pain.”

“Oh, yes, please, Esau. I was very near to death, injured in an explosion in the final days. Luckily for me, there were robots there who managed to get me to a special facility in Switzerland that was untouched by the fighting. There, they put me back together, but they couldn’t restore everything perfectly. So I was left with a bad leg that pains me if I walk far. After about a year, I went into cryogenic sleep and have only been awake again for a couple of months. I wasn’t happy there, so I decided to come back to see if my home still existed. Thanks, I am sure, to Levi, Menshem and Imiah, it seems to be in perfect shape. And of course, thanks to the Robos, and all of you cats.” Peter leaned on his cane, looking around, drinking in the beauty and serenity of the land.

At a nod from Esau, Willy went off at a run that was much faster than any human could have reached. It wasn’t long before he returned driving a small vehicle that Levi had once called a golf cart. Peter got in, while Levi took the driver’s seat. Esau clambered in, sitting on the back of the cart, holding tightly to the seat backs. Levi glanced back, and then started driving to the house.

Peter gazed ahead, drinking in the sight of the gardens, orchards and finally the house. This had been home to his family for generations, and to his surprise and pleasure, it still looked as it had the last time he saw it. The androids and cats had preserved it perfectly over the years. His face lit up in joy as he gazed.

“Oh, Levi, Esau, thank you, thank you!” There were tears on his cheeks as he sat and stared. He was home again, at last. Here, he hoped, he would spend his final years. Slowly, he stepped out of the cart, and started toward the front steps. But after two steps, he stopped, and turned back to Esau.

Esau joined him, and put a gentle paw on his arm. “Come, sir, and welcome home!” He smiled as he led Peter forward, up the steps, and in the front door. There they paused, while Peter looked around. “It’s the same,” he breathed. “You have changed nothing!”

“Some changes have been made in the servant’s quarters where we live, but the main house is preserved, as it was when Percival Cedric Pierce-MacDonald lived here. Levi and the others were able to put it into a time lock of some sort. I don’t understand it, but it kept everything from aging. Even the books in the library were preserved. When Sam told me you were coming, I pushed the switch that opened it again. Welcome home, sir, and I hope you will remain with us always. We feel the need for a human in our lives.”

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