Photo credit: Ruth Hartnup
Marrak’s reflection showed a monster–more poisonous pustules than skin, ears melted beyond recognition, a rotten lumpy gash for a smile.
All hail Gral, god of corruption, remaking the world in his own image.
The part of Marrak that was still human recoiled at the townspeople’s screams; the rest of him giggled, burping up bubbles of plague, spitting out slime.
Written for this week’s Sunday Scribble Challenge, from J. A. Allen. The challenge was to write a story in three sentences based on the prompt. Click on the link to see the prompt and to read — and later vote — on other submissions. Thanks Jenny!
Note that this is the same Marrak we met in an earlier flash fiction piece: Vengeance is a Poisonous Prayer.