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.