This is my last submission for a while. I am having knee replacement surgery on Monday, Sept. 22. I will be in hospital for a week, without my laptop (seriously). Please do leave a comment, but understand that if you leave a comment after the 21st, I can’t reply for at least a week.
Kazia, look at the lousy crystals. Nothing good in two days.
You are picky, picky.
What? No, I am not picky, picky. Poland has better halite. Hey, Kazia…remember the mine in Wieliczka? Beautiful carvings in the rock salt…no? The Last Supper, the altar and all the statues–powerful.
Stan, please stop talking…talking all the time. We should go back to Poland.
Go back, why? There is nothing for us anymore…nothing. We come here to the Dead Sea for you, Kazia…the salt was supposed to cure you.
The Dead Sea drowned you, Stan. You are haunting my brain.
Nah, I’m the tumor.
Friday Fictioneers at Addicted to Purple
Photo Prompt: Copyright Dawn Q Landau
Word Count: 100
Thanks to the talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers
The photos are only a small sample of the astounding carvings and sculptures in the rock salt in the Wieliczka Salt Mine in Kraków, Poland. The Mine was founded in the 12th century and was a commercial mine until 1996. The Mine is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is open for tourists. Attractions include dozens of statues, three chapels and an entire cathedral that was carved out of the rock salt by the miners. Photo credit: xandreverkes.wordpress.com