Religious beliefs versus a child’s inquisition.
Photo credit: mploscar
Harqa let her brother hold the basket as she gently shook the sunflower. A few seeds fell in. Pouring one into the sacrifice jar, Harqa solemnly tossed the others onto the ground.
She prayed. “Oh holy Akatala, may the sinners reborn in these flowers learn the glory of your light and earn your mercy.”
Jatta picked up a seed. Harqa’s peaceful smile collapsed. She slapped it out of his hand.
He protested. “Birds eat them. Why can’t we?”
“Birds are Akatala’s creatures.”
“Aren’t we Akatala’s creatures, too?”
“That’s different. The seeds might be people inside. It’s like eating babies.”
“But how can one person-flower make all those seeds? They can’t all be him. Wouldn’t that make lots more sinners?
She snarled. “Hopefully, they repent and pass to the afterlife. If not, they grow again.” She cut off his next words. “Only one flower at a time.”
“But the seeds we sacrifice at temple, what if that’s the one?”
Harqa grabbed Jatta’s hand and headed off. “You’ll be spending years as a sunflower, I can tell.”
Submitted in response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy as always for hosting, and to Sonya for the original photo prompt! Click here to see the other stories or to submit one yourself.
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