The end was nigh, but Rico didn’t care.
Just yesterday, he’d sat waiting saplessly, the dark icicles growing over his heart.
His enchanted instrument had fallen into a perpetual cycle of disrepair and repair, just as the witch doctor had warned it would, and its upkeep was becoming increasingly expensive. The musician smiled ruefully at a sharp twinge in his abdomen – this time, it had cost him a kidney.
Still, puffing on his cigar, Rico smiled. The shaman’s curse had granted him purpose.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #240;
- Fandangoโs One-Word Challenge: ‘repair’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘sharp’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘icicle’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘kidney’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘sapless’;
- Sammi Coxโs Weekend Writing Prompt #290: ‘perpetual’
The Skeptic's Kaddish ๐ฎ๐ฑ 
I like the way in which you used this prompt.
๐๐๐ป Sara ๐๐ป๐ ~ thanks
I love the deeper message this holds David! Great writing my friend!
๐ค๐๐ป Carrie ๐๐ป๐ค ~ thanks for the fun prompt!
The shamanโs curse had
granted him purpose
One is often prompted to face up to a threatening situation to register a displeasure. You have an amazing ability to respond to many prompts, David! Wishing you happy holidays and a Happy New Year!
Hank
โค๏ธ๐๐ป thanks, Hank ๐๐ปโค๏ธ
Good one, and you have chosen a fitting image for it.
๐ป the image itself is one of the prompts!
Ah, I didn’t know.
Great use of all those prompts ๐
๐ค๐๐ป Ange ๐๐ป๐ค
One must care for oneโs instrument. Nice one, David.
๐ค๐๐ป Bill ๐๐ป๐ค ~ exactly