Flash Fiction: The Last Relic

“The pilgrim’s road is ten thousand steps,” the priest had said and asked for volunteers. One stepped from the crowd.
“I shall take the relic,” he said. And all knew that he was lost to them. Some sobbed openly.

The Pilgrim stumbled along and reached the last hill. With him pilgrims from other towns and cities walked, all seeking salvation for their people.
When he placed the last piece of the relic on the altar, lightning struck and thunder shouted from the sky. The pilgrims smiled even as their life force was drained and they turned to stone.

Rain had come.

By Carin Marais

Bibliophile, writer of speculative fiction, non-fiction, and maybe-fiction, language practitioner, doer of stuff.


      1. Hahaha! I’ve tried writing happy stories, but they never seem to end up like that… I am a cruel, cruel, writer. Just for you I’ll try my best not to let anyone die in this week’s Flash Friday story! 😉


      2. Haha! yes please just like you know… a nice dark story without death. That’s your next challenge.
        But great story though – an insight as to the world of gods who require human sacrifice to be appeased.


      3. Wow! Just don’t make it an easy one or anything! And now with my luck the novel prompt will be something like Anne of Green Gables or Sense and Sensibility and a 75 words max word count. But, what can I say, challenge accepted! Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you 😉


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