The little god
By rjnewlyn
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Was it an accident that I found it? I’d taken a short cut through that patch of woodland behind the playing fields, rushing home as usual to look after the children. I was worrying about my wife’s appointment with the specialist and that’s probably why I tripped and fell into the bushes.
It was sitting there on the other side – a small squat statue beside a stone bowl filled with crystal-clear water. I knew right away that this was something very ancient and powerful, but long forgotten. How, it had remained undiscovered, I’ll never know.
When my wife’s cancer was confirmed, I guess I went a little crazy. I started leaving things at the shrine: money, food, drink. Once I crept out of the house, over to the wood, and spend most of the night at the little god’s feet weeping pleading tears into the mud.
The day after she died, I went to the shrine in fury, planning to tear the whole place apart. But I found that some archaeologists had got there first and it was all cordoned off. The statue is now in the local museum – but don’t get any ideas; it’s just a lump of stone.
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I really liked this. Just
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Great piece of flash,
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The two comments above are
Until we feel our thoughts our thinking remains unfelt
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Fair enough, WS - if I ever
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I think most people do want
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If this was me (and it
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Now this one is just right.
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