The Goddess tastes of corn beer, sweet and yet slightly bitter. She will always taste thus, because that is what Her worshipers expect. She wears nothing but jade and firebird feathers, as if She could not be recognized in anything else.
Her lips, the full pouting lips of a conqueror, are stained red. Do not ask Her why. It is a mistake to believe that, just because She favors gentler sacrifices, She is not all the same addicted to the old ways.
Enter Her chamber warily. Remove all worldly things and bathe yourself in the still waters. Rub oils in all the sacred places. She does not want just anyone.
And when you are joined, the Goddess above you, smiling, will tell you that you have pleased Her.
What, you want more? Come on, I'm only one woman. You should be only one man/woman/person/place/thing/sentient gas cloud too and head over to Flash Fiction Friday for the purposes of your reading enjoyment and possible participation. I promise, it'll change your life.
Specifically, it'll change your life so that you feel compelled to write short, image-inspired fiction every Friday. That's enough for me.
7 comments:
Yes! This is THE fiction for this image. Great job!
~Soren
Any writing you do I enjoy ... loved them both !
"She wears nothing but jade and firebird feathers"
hubba hubba...
Happy Friday.
Wonderful, the both of them. ;) Happy FFF!
Thanks everybody. I'll be making the rounds in a bit and I strongly expect to be floored.
I, too, liked them both.
They were both great!
Katia
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