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Esqat lay on the hard floor, staring at the simple wooden dome above him. Not especially tall, not especially large, but a perfectly reasonable place to worship. Tomorrow he would hold services here for the first time. A great improvement over meeting at the mill. Room to spread out, at least until they gathered more hearts to the cause.
Into the silence, Esqat sang a hymn, filling the rounded space. Lying beside him, his wife joined in, her rich harmony layering over his own.
The dome transformed, growing large enough for windows, gaining ornate carvings along the edges, smoothing out in the middle and gaining a colorful painting extolling the virtues of the gods. Now, there was a dome worthy of great reverence.
When the song ended, Esqat described his vision to his wife.
Her voice was soft, teasing. “Ah, and have the gods suddenly given you future sight, my love?”
“Not yet. But they have granted me imagination. And that begins the journey.”
He took her hand and squeezed it, still gazing upwards, dreaming.
Word count: 175. Inspired by this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting! See the original photo prompt below, and click here to see the other stories and submit your own.
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