Forging ahead with fictional endeavours: ~ Write a life on a page and hurry not to its grave; abhor not the coming age, for eternal is the next page. ~ Read what you will, I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I do writing.

Of Mortal Men


This piece was written for Flash Friday, other submissions, posting guidelines and rules can be found here.

Desert survival depended on the gods. Elsme’s modest shrine was centrefold of a picturesque Oasis; as such she was blessed with routine worshippers. Over time devoted followers built a temple in her honour. Elsme was pleased. When a ragged boy appeared before her, she took him as her own and the people praised her virtues.

Her child grew, strong and devoted. Her people grew wealthy and proud. The blessings of Elsme became legendary and soon tribes began to covet the Her Oasis. Once such tribe descended as an oncoming horde; weathered and honed by the desert. Before long her precious child was called to war; assailing her fears with a promise to return. Disaster upon her, the goddess wept; cracking the heavens to flood the blood churned sands. Elsme sat on her throne, and waited. The hourglass filled the temple. The once beautiful Oasis dried up yet still she waited. One day he would return.


Comments on: "Of Mortal Men" (4)

  1. You’ve been in Kolmanskop, Namibia (If this is your own picture, that is). It’s one of my favorite spots. An amazing place for photography and to find inspiration. That oasis might also be dry and deserted, but I still return. Again and again. I walk through the empty hallways and over broken glass and I think about what life must have been like during the diamond rush, and all the stories that must have filled the houses. They’re still there, like diamonds in the sand. You just got to have time and a bit of imagination to look for them.

    • Pic’s not mine – it was provided as visual prompt as part of Flash!Friday. Beautiful image. It would be nice to visit Namibia one day. Your comment actually feels like a perfect follow up to my prose above. 🙂

  2. you can feel the weight of the years of waiting in the photo…

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