Saturday Story 2025 #2 (The Eye of the Goddess – Part 1)
So… this was one of the first ideas I had this year. It was supposed to be an entry for the One Year of Flash Fiction test run but it became too big for it right off the bat. I wrote two parts for it (the second still needs polishing) and left it at a point where it can end there or continue to at least one more segment or two. That will depend on whether you like the concept or not. Consider this an introduction as there are things I can’t reveal yet.
Synopsis below:
Andie hears a strange voice coming from an artifact her friend bought on her last trip to Nepal, but can she trust it or not?
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An excerpt is available below:
“… and this is my new study,” Olivia said to her friend Andie, letting him enter first. “What do you think?”
“It’s wonderful,” the dirty blonde said, her bottle-green eyes wide with disbelief.
Indeed, it was. Sunlight poured through the tall, arched windows, illuminating a cozy space that was suitable for work and relaxation in equal measures. The walls, painted a soft sage green, were lined with shelves overflowing with books of all shapes and sizes; some were leather-bound tomes adorned with gilded lettering, while others were well-loved paperbacks whose spines showed the wear of countless readings. A rolling ladder leaned against one shelf, its wooden rungs polished by years of eager hands reaching for volumes just out of reach.
In the center of the room stood a grand oak desk, its surface cluttered yet inviting, strewn with half-finished manuscripts, ink pots, and quills in various stages of use. A delicate porcelain teacup rested beside a small brass clock that ticked steadily, keeping time as if to remind Olivia of the hours spent lost in thought. Each drawer whispered secrets of scribbled notes and forgotten ideas all begging to be explored.
And then, there was the orb, a heavy spherical object resting between two towers of books, its reflective surface a kaleidoscope of colors, shifting with every flicker of light.
“Well, isn’t this a thing of beauty?” she said. Andie leaned closer, her fingers brushing against its smooth surface, feeling the warmth radiating beneath her touch. “Where did you get this?”
“During my last trip to Nepal,” Olivia replied, standing by the study’s door, her arms crossed. “I found an old antiques shop I’ve never been to in Biratnagar, and it immediately caught my eye. It’s the most expensive thing I’ve bought.”(…)
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