Photo © CE Ayr
Everyone knows the great disasters, when our new god Anandani severed links to all other gods within his freshly renamed territory. The floating temple, fallen. The ice bridge, collapsed. The silver dancers, frozen.
Our leaders freely pledged to Anandani. Surely they had weighed his promises against his threats.
Mabbadeg’s egdalamada are less dramatic, perhaps, but more prevalent. Amorphous rock warriors that protected his people, instantaneously stilled. Now any odd, misshapen boulder is suspect, feared, avoided.
But not by me. I know nothing of Mabbadeg, but I pray to him, clutching the egdalamada.
Please, hear me. Break through. Return.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. Thanks to our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to CE Ayr for providing this week’s photo prompt. Click here to read the other 100-word (or less) stories written for this prompt!