‘It starts with a low rumble. The ground shakes, harder and more.’

‘Then; a long crack that sounds like the breaking of the World. Silence follows.

Before: Boom!’

‘Dust, rocks are thrown high into the air, the lava floods heartbroken tears in all directions. When the mountain is lonely, the goddess cries from solitude.’

‘This is what happens if we do not perform our ritual. Every day we give someone to the mountain. To keep her company, quench her tears. When she has companions, the mountain does not despair and she does not cry.’

‘How big is our tribe?’


©DJA 2016



From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories