Continued from last week’s story…
Her grandmother walked to the table in the corner. On which was a large wooden bowl of what looked like ashes with incense sticking up. Her grandmother picked a fresh incense from the jar beside the bowl and placed it between her palms. She stared at it as Sharise watched with excitement. Within seconds, the tip of the incense glowed red.
Slowly, her grandmother bowed eight times, Sharise counted, before gently sticking the incense into the bowl. “Who are they?” Sharise asked a short while later. She was looking at the picture pinned on the wall. It was a picture of eight boys, all looked similar as if they were related.
“Your brothers,” Her grandmother answered.
“My what?” Sharise shrieked. Clearly, she didn’t know about her other siblings.
Her grandmother sighed. “Your mother has a nasty habit of sacrificing her children for their powers. That was what she was doing to you and Sasha.” Her grandmother led her to the mats in the center of the room. “Come, sit, and let me tell you a story.”
To be Continued…
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
In case you’ve missed the previous parts of this serial tale, you can read it by clicking each of the links below: