The Chosen One
“Come lose yourself,” the voice said.
The explorer whimpered. The idol inside his backpack was singing songs of honeyed submission. Unable to resist, his feet dragged him across the ruins, and into the ceremonial chamber where The High Priestess awaited, matching statue in hand.
He was the chosen one, dutifully chosen to never choose again.
Did I ever mention I wanted to be an archaeologist/explorer when I was young? Kind of ironic because my sense of adventure is severely lacking. I suppose that’s one of the reasons I write: to live out things I dare not do for real. Anyway, there’s great fun to be had in exploration. Uncover the past to discover the future was the motto that drove me to this one.
Tribute
Barry knelt, shivering.
“Why are you trembling?” Joan asked, gently.
“I don’t deserve you,” he replied.
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re worth a lot more than I can give you.”
She knelt beside him, and their eyes met.
“Your mind is enough…” she smiled. “Tribute me.”
“With pleasure,” he said, already starting to drift.
And to finish this month, something that speaks to the romantic in me. A personal favorite and that’s all I’ll say about it.