“I sacrificed a cow here, many years ago,” my grandmother said. “The roots of this tree drank the blood. See the skull? That’s all that’s left of her, now.”
“What did you want?” I asked.
“I prayed that your mother grow up healthy and strong, and so she did.”
“What are you asking for now, grandmother?”
She sighed. “Your sister cannot conceive and the rains are months too late. So I have returned.”
I looked around. “But where is the cow? Did you forget her?”
“No cow, this time,” she said. “I think I need something more precious.”
I return! A month of crazy preparations for, and execution of, fieldwork have sapped all free time from my addled schedule. But on the plus side, I got to press the “detonate” button on a big explosion. I love my job. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: