Friday Fictioneers – Huldufólk
Ah, Wednesday. It can mean only one thing.
Well, in the summer it means two things as it also means there will be rain and the cricket I watch and tweet commentate on will be cancelled. But predominantly, it means Rochelle‘s email will arrive in the morning. This week didn’t disappoint. It rained heavily all day, and this picture, courtesy of FF regular CE Ayr duly inned into the pingbox:
I’m sure you all know the routine by now. Click here to pay a visit to the frog who guards everyone’s stories. Then, if you have time, read mine below.
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For months, those hired to build the bypass waited, claiming overtime while security cleared the woods of human obstacles.
When the last protester’s chain was cut, the last concrete boulder broken, work could begin.
An elderly woman approached the foreman.
“You can’t build here,” she said in an unplaceable Scandinavian accent, “huldufólk live inside the great Rock. They won’t allow it.”
The workmen laughed, shooed her away.
The first day, one truck wouldn’t start. Day two, a reversing accident broke a worker’s leg. Day three, workers downed tools when a computer glitch halted their wages.
The woman watched, and smiled.
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- Author’s note: I’ve never seen the Huldufólk, but I’ve seen where they live. And I’ve seen the bends in the roads, put there specifically to avoid disturbing them. Real? Imaginary? I couldn’t say. But Iceland, a country more in touch with and respectful of its nature, certainly takes them seriously.
I liked the huldufolk
Thanks Neil
Seems legit!
I’m convinced
Very resourceful and dare i say, revengeful people are these huldufolk. Good writing.
Thanks Neel. Not revengeful, they just want to be left alone
Wow, what a great take on the prompt, magical, impish, leprechaun type people, I guess. I have not googled btw.
You’re right but with one important difference – imps and leprechauns don’t exist, huldufólk do 🙂
Thanks for reading!
Great tale. She wasn’t kidding.☺
Only the lucky chosen few can speak to the huldufólk. She is one of them
Don’t mess with the Huldufolk.
Sound advice
I do like the old lady – she tried.
Yep, she warned them but would they listen??
Ha! P
“Progress” lost that round 🙂
Well, she did warn them! Nice one.
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Thanks Keith
I love the Huldufolk. And in all honesty, those workers laughed off the old woman’s warnings. What did they expect?
Everyone knows that the mysterious old woman always speaks the truth
Too true.
Loved this mystical tale and the fact that the Huldufolk won. For some reason it reminds me of a tale a friends father told them about the trolls that ran in front of cars at night to turn on the lights on the guard rails.
Thanks for reading. You didn’t really think those lights came on by themselves did you?
😉
Love the Elderly Woman and she is right!
Thanks Nan
Dear RG,
They were forewarned. 😉 Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle
I’ve seen several documentaries about the huldufolk and how Iceland works with it. Whatever works, I say. Great retelling.
Thank you 🙂
Cool story.
Thank you Dawn