To commit to one adherence is to deny all others.
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With one last grunt, Miji pulled off the stone lid.
Garumin peered inside. The charred remains of an instrument, it seemed. Who would keep that in such a fancy sarcophagus, hidden in a cave?
Miji gasped. “It’s the Flaming Lute of Jhillos! From the legend! And we found it!”
“Breathe, boy.” Garumin laughed, then looked more closely. “Hm. I was sure that story was apocryphal.”
“Never mind. Well, we’ll see what the temple says.”
The Jhillosian temple said no. They already had a piece of the actual Flaming Lute embedded in their altar. This one was obviously fake.
Temples in three other towns agreed. Garumin stopped after that. Considering all the Jhillosian temples in the land, they must have enough pieces to make several lutes already.
“Sorry, Miji. This is nothing but charcoal.” Garumin tossed the burnt wood onto a rubbish pile, where it crumbled to ash.
Submitted for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, and inspired by the photo below. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting! Click here to see other stories inspired by this challenge and to submit your own.
Note that the photo initially inspired the actual legend of the Flaming Lute of Jhillos, but I couldn’t get that in under 175 words, so hopefully we’ll see that in a separate post later.
UPDATE: I did write up the legend, so now you can read it here: The Flaming Lute of Jhillos.
Photo provided by Pixabay.