First Campaigner Challenge

Rachel put us to the test. Can we really write? We’ll see.

Goethe once wrote: “Sorry for the long letter. I didn’t have time for a short one.” And he was right: writing short is much more difficult than writing long.

Rachel asked us to write a flash story of 200 words max. (Mine is exactly 200 words, I chose the added difficulty; why simple if I can make it harder on myself, right?) Do you like it? Comments are welcome (as always). If you do like it, please vote for me here (I’m number 186).

The door swung open. My foster daughter stomped in, arms akimbo. Sweat ran from her heavy breasts over her lithe body.
“You promised to wait.”
“I only prepared the herbs.” I placed the last dried twig on the white linen on the ground.
Juma flopped down beside me. “What if it doesn’t work?”
“Are you still a virgin?”
She nodded.
“Then, take heart.”
“Tamdar will marry me if it works.” She doesn’t look at me.
She had been pining for his love, but what could the village witch’s daughter offer the chief’s son?
Juma rubbed ochre into the dark brown skin of her face; I drew the Pattern whispering Mother Earth’s secret names. Together, we sang the matrimonial songs of Sky and Earth. The air around us sizzled. Heat-daemon Mubuntu opposed us.
Energy surged though me and I reached for the sky. Juma did the same. A halo of blue light surrounded her, and Mother Earth’s light tingled on my wrinkled skin too.
“Rain!” We shouted in unison. Magic raced through a hole in the roof into the sky.
Fat drops soaked the scorched ground. Juma’s eyes shone like diamonds as she ran to greet the rain … and Tamdar.

P.S. Also, I’ve got my first ever award for this blog. Thank you Liz. Please check out her blog.

I pass the award on to
1. Sophia Marten because I like her eBooks,
2. Brenda Sills because she’s got an incredibly talented daughter,
3. Daniel R. Marvello because his avatar is sooo spooky and because his entry to the Campaign Challenge is marvelous.