Milk and honey.

Standing on the path Aranis surveyed the scenery before him, it wasn’t what he expected.

Stepping unto the sandy soil, his feet bounced instead of sinking into the silk grains of loose soil. The soil felt like one impregnated with harvest.

Approaching the stones he found them uninviting, fetid, a home to a growing populace of creatures beyond the naked eyes. Though beside the water everything looked morbid, decaying in some way.

A growing sense of the ominous cloaked Aranis as he walked closer to the turbid flowing water and the heap beside it. Strewn upon each other a heap of tangled fingers and entrails, eyes that rolled devoid of a socket and there at its peak lay a headless young one attached by the cord to its mothers eviscerated womb.

Spreading his wings in fright, Aranis disappeared.

This was not the land of milk and honey he expected, this was a land where the people eat their young and weak. Impregnating the soil with hate-filled waste, they build a wall to keep it far from them.

 


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was supplied  by TJ Paris (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

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35 thoughts on “Milk and honey.

  1. Great job. Seeing the rotting body of the mother and the baby still attached I think would be incredibly gruesome. Something you wouldn’t easily forget because it makes such a bad first impression. I don’t blame Aranis for disappearing or thinking about humans as he does.

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