Dipping her hands into the thirsting pond, Lei'bi washed her face. Purified, she disrobed and knelt before the gaping maw.
Rhythmic voices chanted. Harsh, guttural words invoking the ancients' blessing.
Her plea an inaudible whisper beneath the deafening hymn, she offered herself to the volcano.
There would be rain tomorrow.
Hello! :D This is a teeny fifty-word story written for @jayna's #fiftywords challenge. The prompt for this week is - water - and this is my offering.
I have a tendency to use chants and rituals in a lot of my writing. Funnily enough, now that I think about it, none that I've posted on Steemit! (Until now) ~ But water, rituals, and the stereotypical white robe are a common theme for me. Sacrifices too. I'm not a nice author to my characters. Eep. That doesn't mean that I don't love them, because I do, but I also like to make tragedies of their lives and break my own heart in the process, haha.
You can find this week's challenge at the following link - @jayna/fifty-wordshortstorychallenge-storyround-upandnewprompt-prd2sbjrvl - come! Join us! :D
The image used for my header is a CC0 image courtesy of Pixabay!
