Smiling toothlessly, the ancient guru stared at Govindaram. “Preposterous, boy? Preposterous?”
Standing in the master’s hut under his low, wooden roof, the lad felt dubious. He watched the ancient’s left hand plop an ivory needle into the bowl and let it sink. Finally, curious, he peered into the vessel.
Startled, Govindaram stared at the moon shimmering upon the water’s surface. Feet rooted, he felt himself travel, pulled through the cloudy ripples towards the crescent’s glow.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #241;
- Fandangoโs One-Word Challenge: ‘roof’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘travel’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘guru’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘needle’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘dubious’;
- Sammi Coxโs Weekend Writing Prompt #293: ‘preposterous’
The Skeptic's Kaddish ๐ฎ๐ฑ 
A magical delight, David!
๐๐๐ป Sara ๐๐ป๐
Now that’s magical. ๐
โจ๏ธ๐โจ๏ธ Terveen โจ๏ธ๐โจ๏ธ
Magical and delightful
๐๐๐ป Susie ๐๐ป๐ ~ thanks
~David
Startling indeed!
๐๐๐ป Keith ๐๐ป๐ ~ very much so
Hi David, I read this over the weekend, but on my phone I could not get into WordPress to comment and such. I do love this and the magical captivating feel it gives. Have a wonderful week my friend!
๐ค๐๐ป Carrie ๐๐ป๐ค ~ thanks for the prompt ๐
Nice one!!!
Best Wishes for 2023
Muchโคlove
๐ค๐๐ป Gillena ๐๐ป๐ค