Photo credit: Sonny Abesamis
When Jayanta Illiq married Jarissa, it ended generations of war between their peoples.
At the wedding, she gave him a rare orchid. So pure was her love that it never stopped blooming. Soon, both lands were filled with them — Jarissa flowers, ever-loves, miracles-of-peace. For years, everyone thrived.
But Illiq came to believe that peace and love were owed him, not earned. One day Jarissa disagreed with him, and he struck her, hard. Her face fell.
The petals of a thousand orchids drifted to the ground from withered stems.
By morning, the war resumed, this time lasting until none survived.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Big thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for Roger Bultot for providing the original photo prompt, below.
To clarify for new readers: “jayanta” is a title for a ruler in Layor.
Photo © Roger Bultot