The Kidnapped Pilgrim

This week’s photo prompt is kindly provided by Dawn M. Miller. Thank you Dawn.

One fateful day, the machinery halted and they were all flung about. Unfortunately for Rewati, she fell on the solid floor. Exhausted, the ancient woman realised that she was going up. Her life flashed before her eyes.

Her proclamation as the Child from Heaven. The consequent yearly pilgrimage “to cleanse herself” from the sea to the mountains through the plains and back to the sea again. She had seen everything from dinosaurs to drive-in restaurants. From floods of the valley to the tsunami. She remembered her kidnapping near the plains. Being forced into slavery, she was made to move the machinery.

But something was different now and the machine had stopped. She braced herself as she was flung onto the concrete and she noticed a crowd gathering.

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It took them some time but the engineers repaired and switched the fountain back on.

“Well, that’s fixed then, I suppose. ‘Tis a shame some water spilt on the concrete.”

“Never mind – look, it’s already dried”

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The water dried. Rewati, continued on her pilgrimage in the direction of the winds – leaving behind whatever impurities that she had previously held.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week (July 1 – July 7, 2015) – 189 words.

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The name Rewati was an anagram. It rearranges to I, Water. I read an article about how all water in this world is actually, naturally recycled water. That is, the water in your bottle might well have passed through the digestive tracts of dinosaurs. Pretty interesting perspective.