Even the cassava crop was dying. The colony couldn’t last much longer.
“Jack…”
“No! She’s too capricious!”
“We’ve no choice! We must perform the ritual… Look… I’ll… get the umbrella.”
Jack sighed, removed his clothing, and followed Isaac, now also naked and holding the umbrella.
“Oh, Holy One,” they intoned, “Please grant your playthings rain…”
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
God’s playthings. Indeed! Nice one, David! 🙂
🙃🙂 Terveen 🙃🙂
I have gone skinny-dipping, but I was not carrying an umbrella nor praying for rain.
Luckily, you never had cause to!
Good point. Said skinny-dipping actually took place in a location where cassava is grown, but fortunately, there were no cassava-shortages that I was aware of.
A good chuckle today. Lovely imagination!
🙃💟 Janis 💟🙃
When even the cassava is suffering, yes, get out the umbrella and let the playthings be praythings.
A fun twofer!
✨🙏✨ D. ✨🙏✨
You were able to put the mystery of the image into words.
Syl, TBH – that’s exactly what I was trying to do – I was trying to make sense of that picture! Why on earth would two people hold an umbrella while standing up to their chests in water? Thanks so much for noticing that.
❤
David
Charming and capricious in word and thought, I’m impressed with how real and whole you made this eccentric world in so few words.
💖💚 Joy 💚💖
Such are the rules of rituals. Well done, David. 🙂
💓🤎 Bill 🤎💓
Where I live we are doing much the same ~~ only it’s a ritual for SNOW. This is clever, David! Cheers.
💛💗 Helen 💗💛
This is a poem to sit with…it spins so many questions and potential threads out from the words provided.
❤ 🙂 Wyndolynne ❤ 🙂 ~ thanks!
-David
Haha. Whacky and weird but very enjoyable.
💚💞 Marion 💞💚
Amazing. Amusing. I don’t know. Just that i enjoyed this 😊
Have a good Sunday
Much love…
😉❤️ Gillena ❤️😉
You do “quirky” very well, David! A fascinating flash fiction! 🙂
🙃 Cheryl 🙃