“What’s that man doing outside?” Mother said, shaking her head. My sister had passed three days before and since then, this strange man and his vases had been outside my home burning incense. “Make him go away, will you?” I nodded and marched outside.
When I arrived in the courtyard, I said, “Hey, you can’t be here.” Instead of acknowledging me, he quickly glanced at me before resume shaking his long muddy-color incense and muttering in a strange language. Filled with frustration, I grabbed the man’s shirt-collar and yanked him upright, causing him to drop his incense. “This is private property.” I snarled.
He stared at me and suddenly, his eyes started tearing up. I let go and he fell to his knees, “Aye Aye Aye!” He cried. “Look what you’ve done! You have disrupted the ceremony. Your sister will not forgive you for this. Now something bad will happen to you.”
Before I could say another word, three police cars screeched to a stop. They jumped out and pointed at me, “You’re under arrest.”
I am participating in 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.