FLASH FICTION | MYSTERY | DRABBLE
The Ancient Oak
The new and the old
A moonless village lay silently still.
The streets spoke together in a soft murmur of cobblestones, and tension was felt in the air.
The dim light cast vague outline on the obscure faces in the underground room, where each had their own secrets to hide.
Elders — enigmatic teachers of old school — passed on to a generation seeking intrigue.
Below an ancient oak, held community meetings where the drama of long debates orchestrated scenarios surpassing plots unknown.
Festivals were a cover for secret operations, a carnival of thrilling danger.
The village hidden in mystery reveled in pulsating danger of the unknown.