Friday Fictioneers – The gods

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The way up is arduous. The path is steep, forcing me to scramble over jagged rocks and traverse sheer drops clinging by fingernails. But more—entering forbidden space, the realm of the gods, is terrifying.

Looking down, I glimse hunters raying out across the plain, and then only the circle of the village. Finally, everything to do with people is erased, leaving only the great curve of mother river and the land stepping away to forest.

The air is thin at the summit, and I gasp. There are no gods here. They were easier to see from far below.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

40 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The gods

  1. Many’s the day when I climbed the hills of the Rossendale valley, I could see little due to all the smoke. As for shirt collars and suspenders the less said the better🙂

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