Clamping her mouth tightly, Shabina massaged her twisted ankle; the elders had warned she’d get into a pickle. Countless numbers had aspired to recover the precious shamanic mask, only to have disappeared… like cousin Shabu.
Suddenly, in a flash of red and yellow, Shabu appeared shimmering above her, as though magically superimposed over the forest canvas.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #230;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘pickle’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘red & yellow’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘numbers’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘mouth’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘aspire’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #279
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
Love the image!
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Well envisioned, wonderfully written David — bravo! I chose the same fascinating image. 🙂✌🏼🙄
💖🙏🏻 Rob 🙏🏻💖
love this incredible mystical flash fiction with your awesome print David❣️
💚🙏🏻 Cindy 🙏🏻💚
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