Photo prompt © C. E. Ayr
This is my 100th fully formed flash fiction story since starting reading them in earnest last month. I feel that is significant. Not sure why. Maybe I should put a count of the flash fiction stories I’ve read… it has to be at least seven hundred. Honestly.
Post Apocalyptic Prayer Stones by Kelvin M. Knight
Biglings etched the word Forgiveness on their stones. These stones weighed heavily in their cupped palms as they carried them to the rock.
‘Forgiveness,’ they chanted, dropping their stones, ‘our foundation.’
Nodding, Littlelings painted their words then laid their stones. Joy, hope and love repeated around the base of the rock.
‘A halo!’ Matthew raised emaciated arms.
Mark sank to his bony knees, murmuring.
Luke kissed the Strength he’d scratched on his stone, then lobbed it at the rock.
Thunder roared. Lightning flashed. The rock split. Rainbow-like wings burst forth.
‘Guardian angel,’ exclaimed the younglings. ‘Show us how to pray!’
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (11/08/17), and reading each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.