Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ challenge today is sparked by an image of a beautiful carved object. Can you write a 100 word story prompted by this image ? Here’s mine.
RHYME OR REASON ?
‘ Neni Zsofia, tell me the story about your life in Hungary.’
‘Now you are older darling niece, I will. Our family, we were old fashioned rural farmers. We supported ourselves, we got by, understood the land, and the plants for medicine. Your mother and me held the knowledge.
Greedy farmers moved in nearby, threatened us to get our land. I consulted my grimoire of spells, my witch-bottle, I communed with the household shrine….He reaps what he sows, wealth comes wealth goes…and…
Their whole family died of influenza.’
‘Your spell did that ?’
‘Maybe their wickedness weakened them ? Good story heh !’