Little bit of Flash Fiction inspired by photo promt provided by Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers. For other Friday Fictioneers fics please head over to her blog and click on the blue frog under photo prompt to see other links. I was going to try and embed the code here but I’m too tired to remember my account details without resetting them.
Chime. Chime. Chime.
Engines spark; sputters, rumbles, and roars.
Stately procession purrs along tarmac.
Dusty relics? Vintage? Classics?
Terms don’t matter to onlookers; admiring invention, progress and change.
Unwittingly worshipping time.
At the head of the procession – Chronos: slurping in belief.
Wily Bastard – Surviving the fall of the pantheons.
Should have known the Old Man had a trick up his sleeves.
Loki smirked. It had been soo very long since he had greeted another god. How could he not say ‘Hello?’
The Trickster dealt wild cards, the pranksters in the parade.
Loki skipped, chaos where he tread.