How many years had it been since she, as a young child, had been plucked from what was a serene and unassuming life down in the valley? It seemed like it was forever ago that she had been chosen as the keeper of the bloom at the top of the tower.
“Even in your youth, child, you have demonstrated the right amount of courage to take on this challenge,” the elders told her when she was a little girl decades ago. “You must be diligent in your duties to care for and water our sacred flowering plant,” they told her. “It was placed there by God for us to demonstrate our love and devotion to Him. Should the bloom fade and the plant die, so, too, will the people of this valley, for we will have betrayed His love and will no longer receive His protection. Do your bidding, child, and all will be well. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” the little girl responded demurely.
“At the end of each day, upon your return from the tower, you will report to a designated member of the Council of Elders to let him know that you’ve completed your daily task,” the elders instructed.
An old lady now, it took her all day to reach the top of the tower, water the plant, and return to the valley far below. But there was no Council of Elders to report to anymore. No elders at all, in fact. Despite keeping the plant at the top of the tower alive, she must somehow have failed. Despite dutifully carrying out her charge over the decades, God had forsaken the people of the valley, and only she, now a gnarled, hunched over old lady, yet survived.
And on this day, as she completed her task and made her way down the steep, winding tower steps, the old lady stepped on the valley floor, looked around at the empty, barren landscape and uttered her last words. “Fuck this shit. I’m done.”
Written for Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? photo prompt. Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (serene), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (chosen), Word of the Day Challenge (keeper), Ragtag Daily Prompt (courage), and The Daily Spur (report).
Being chosen isn’t always the blessing it appears to be.
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Very true. As you said in your post, it could be like having a target on your back.
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Love it 🤣
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Thanks, Christine.
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Right on Lady!
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Nice story Dango. That sacred flowering plant looks very healthy and yet God abandoned the people in the valley, so I guess that shit just happens.
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So much for thoughts and prayers, I guess.
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Wow. What a story! I burst out laughing at the end. That was great.
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Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I enjoyed this tremendously. The whole story flowed beautifully with heartfelt poetry. Then came the end…LOL I laughed so hard. Good for you little old lady!!
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The story in the
Medieval tone was going well till 21st century intruded. 😂
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Quite an achievement to have survived civilization as she did. But there comes an end for all of us.
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So well written…it’s otherworldly, fairy-tale-esque and boom, the last line. Fabulous!
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Thank you, Linda.
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What a great ending. Thanks for the laugh today!
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I was laughing at the end…😁😁😁
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Good. Thanks!
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