Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans, via Google Maps Street View © Sam Odle
The pedestal loomed, moldy from neglect. Dar tried imagining what had once topped it. Tried imagining his people creating a twice-life-sized statue of him, to worship as a god.
He chuckled. Maybe in straw, as an effigy.
Yet they’d venerated this ancient azidaja for generations.
Until Eqtara the Great tore it down.
The priests had drowned Dar in legends of Eqtara, his father-father-uncle. Why wouldn’t he obey Eqtara’s teachings? Embrace the traditional rulings? Respect their culture?
How was Dar to lead his people?
Dar glared at the pedestal, resenting Eqtara’s old ways, his rites and rituals etched in stone.
Suddenly, his thoughts shifted, dropping into unforeseen slots, like notched corner beams slipping into place.
Eqtara hadn’t been traditional. He’d rejected the ways of his father-fathers. He’d destroyed their monuments, created new rules.
Dar grinned, fresh ideas roiling like river rapids. Perhaps he was more like his ancestor than they thought.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Click the link to read other stories inspired by Lafayette Cemetery, and to submit your own!
I continue to be swamped at work and with other obligations and travel, and haven’t had much time to write lately, much less keep up with reading and commenting on my favorite blogs. Things are probably not going to slow down much in the near future, sadly, but I will try to keep popping my head back up into blogland as often as I can. In the meantime, happy writing, everyone! And good luck to anyone gearing up for NaNoWriMo this year!