Friday Fictioneers #7: Uninvited


In the small spaces between the leaves of a bush, I could see men prancing around the great fire that burned with an ominous red and orange glow. The fire sent sparks of gold in the air which looked beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

The men wore veils that looked golden against the dancing fire which swayed with every movement they made. Entranced, I felt a shiver run down my spine that spread all over my body like a wildfire. I felt like an intruder, an unwelcome presence in this sacred ritual yet I couldn’t move.

I  really shouldn’t be here



Photo Copyright- Rochelle Wisoff- Fields


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