You can not start cooking right outside the National Museum, even if they are religious offerings, and expect not to be arrested. Especially not today!
The Prime Minister was coming to inaugurate the new stone idols gallery.
After all the ancient artefacts had been sourced from the remotest corners of the country.
The smell of kerosene and lentils permeated the air as the city officials and crowd watched the police van pull away, yet no one moved. They knew better than to interrupt the ritual.
Meanwhile three thousand miles away, in a small unknown and neglected village, men, woman and children danced on the streets. Their offering was being accepted. The rain gods were smiling.
In response to the 129th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge, based on a photo by Yarnspinnerr.
Great story Happy that the offering got accepted and it rained again
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Thanks… am glad you liked it.
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Good story.
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Thank you
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Yes, there is something about the image that suggests a religious rite or magic. Good work. Nice, uplifting story.
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Thank you
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I wonder if the rain gods will smile on their ritual since they are inaugurating a new stone idols gallery! Glad they smiled on the other ritual! Great story!
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Thank you for another interesting prompt
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My pleasure! 🙂
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What a brave man to have come out here to perform the ritual.. and so heartening to know that it worked. Very creative!
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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A delightfully different take.
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Thank you
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