Him: Prepare the meal as I have told you and at midnight sit beneath the rock and eat it. After a fortnight watch for the bountiful harvest.
Them: bow in awe while exiting the tent.
Him: take a white chicken, a piece of white cloth and chalk at high noon to the rock. Write your enemy’s name on the rock cover it the white cloth, kill the chicken and spray its blood on the cloth. By evening your enemy shall be no more.
Me smiling: does that really work?
Him: stares unamused.
Me: just wandering how the rock does it?
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely CEAyr, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.