"Our world was formed inside a bubble of spit spewed from the mouth of the Laughing God," Sister Bergin told her enthralled audience, a group of children visiting the convent to hear stories. Not many of the people knew of the Old Ones and their myths anymore, and paid her Order to instruct others.
She eyed the bubble sky, the swirling blue-green signaling the coming night, and hid her apprehension. "We float at Her whim, and we must never forget that. Our world has reaped the blessings of living so close to our Creator. But at the appointed time, She will pop the bubble that contains us."
A collective gasp blew around the group. Sister Bergin smiled at them sadly.
"When the bubble is destroyed, when the Laughing God releases us into the void, all that we know of our world will be as if it never were. It will wink out of existence in an instant." Some of the children began to cry, and she comforted them as best she could, patting heads and passing around her handkerchief. When all grew silent again, she solemnly resumed.
"We are children of the God, never fear. She will not abandon us, although She destroys our world. As long as we have been faithful to She Who Made Us, we will live on in whatever form she blesses us with."
"After a lifetime of study and prayer, I still do not have all the answers, children." Sister Bergen stood, looking past the children at the more rapidly swirling sky, her heart heavy. "Come children, let us all hold hands and pray that the God will send us many blessings."
The children huddled close to Sister Bergin for the meager comfort. She smiled at them, wishing that her arms could embrace them all, hold them all close to her heart. She raised her hands up and began to pray aloud, a false hope that she was wrong rolling around her head.
It’s Write at the Merge time again. Week 11!
Our creative writing prompt offers up two … somethings… for your
inspirational pleasure. Find where they intersect for you and write on!
Sometimes it will be one, sometimes both; you’re welcome to bring
fiction, memoir, and poetry to our table.
The link up is live until Thursday at midnight PST. On Friday, we’ll offer up a little recap. Do come back by. We hope you’ll enjoy reading your colleagues’ offerings as well.
Two photos this week for you to reflect upon:
And the prompt for Trifecta is the third definition of the word TIME.