Friday Flash Fiction

Amy C at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie atTink’s Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate – you publish your Fiction Flash  on Friday – 350 words, give or take. Here is the picture posted this Monday:
I am a bit ill so it will be a very quick flash and unrelated to the previous story. I am sure some people are grateful for that ;).

Peace and quiet. Finally. The storm which had broken seven days ago and raged ceaselessly over the island quieted on the eighth day in the morning. Exactly as she had predicted. Too bad nobody wanted to believe her. They never listened. They had to die.
The bodies of people and animals, houses reduced to heaps of debris, furniture, everyday objects and tools – all of it was swept into the sea. The island was clean and naked because even most of bigger plants weren’t able to withhold the raw force of the storm, apart from several young, pliable tekka trees which grew around the temple. She was sitting beneath one of them, exhausted but alive, with last flowers she could find in her hand. She positioned herself exactly in the middle of the circle, looking at the shiny, silvery full moon and the sea, so beautiful, now, aquamarine and enticing, its surface almost smooth with just little cute wavelets. A beast pretending to be a tame, playful kitten. She knew plenty about the deception. People used to prentend around her a lot. She smiled.
Knowing the future and also your own fate had good and bad side. Disadvantages were insignificant but  numerous and painful, like small sharp stones in your sandal. If you were a gifted seer you had to be careful while speaking to the others. People usually didn’t appreciate the truth, especially if they could do nothing to change it. As a born seer, she had been compelled to tell only the truth. Accordingly, she had been meeting with ridicule since she started to remember anything.

Women on this island were known as chatterboxes but she rarely indulged in such luxury, even as a child.  Still people resented the fact that she knew more about them than even themselves. They used to throw dung and stones at her. They used to call her names, spit with disgust at the mere sight of her, turn around and walk away as soon as they got a glimpse of her white robe. She never had friends and didn’t know her own family – her mother disowned her right after the birth, horrified at the mere prospect of bringing up a seer. Even her fellow priestesses avoided her company as if she was a leper. Her presence, although forced by gods, was barely suffered. She scared visitors away; as a result the whole temple has been impoverished. Nobody liked being made poorer.

 One big advantage was the lack of sorrows; if not for the voice telling her two steps in advance, assuring her the ordeal was temporary only, she would have ended her life many years ago. However, when you are sure what will happen, there is no need to choose your options or dither about anything. She knew she would be taken, collected like a sun-ripened fruit after the end of all life, by a divine messenger from the sea. She knew there would be a disaster of massive proportions and then she will be rewarded. She tried to warn others against her better judgement – in vain. What has to happen, will happen. Now she knew she should wait – just a little bit longer. The moon seemed to smile at her – finally one friendly face around.

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12 Responses to Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Tracy says:

    Sorry you're feeling ill, anachronist – hope you're feeling better soon *hugs*

  2. Anachronist says:

    Thanks Tracy, so do I…

  3. Oh great tale here. Poor girl that no one would listen to her, but sounds like she has a wonderful place to go in the end… or hope so anyway. :)Hope you feel better soon. 🙂 Take care!

  4. Anachronist says:

    Melissa, you will never know…thanks for a visit!

  5. I hope you feel better, soon! *giggles* Your stories are becoming more…deathly. LOL! I really do love them!

  6. Blodeuedd says:

    I hope you are not looking at me Missy, I like your story that is not really a story, more the beginning of a book ;)And you write excellent for someone who is ill

  7. Hm… just because you used the word naked doesn't mean you are off the challenge with Blodeuedd… ;DWow, you must be sick. Even though you left your character despondent, she also sounds a bit hopeful at the end… (a teeny bit). ;DHope you feel better!

  8. carol says:

    Hope you feel better soon.Good story, although I'm not sure if I actually like the girl or not.

  9. Anachronist says:

    Jen, I like deathly stories, what can be done? Thanks for good wishes!Blodeuedd thanks *blush* I've always wanted to write a book, who knows…when I start I can't finish, not easily. Still I want YOUR flash!Melissa, drat I was sure the word "naked" would be enough…you know, the whole NAKED island, not one mere woman or two…;p I am really ill but a tiny bit better, thank you very much. That's why I can tell you this : my character is waiting but her hopes are false – you will see if I continue…

  10. Anachronist says:

    hi carol – the girl's character is supposed to be ambiguous deliberately. She is not a sweet angel to be rescued by an equally syrupy prince…

  11. I really enjoyed this one. They are all so good. You should be entering some flash fiction contests if you haven't already.

  12. Anachronist says:

    I haven't entered any flash fiction contests. I doubt I could win. Oh, and my IQ is falling…acutally one more brain cell died a moment ago…but thanks Lena anyway…always a pleasure to see you here!

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