Deep in the forest, a forgotten temple ruin overgrown by moss is the final resting place of an old god.A stone is heaved aside, sunlight warms ancient flagstones.An offering is placed on the altar - salt, bread, oil.A prayer is said: "If you can help, do so. If not, persist."It is answered.#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
"Can you open one of these?" the treasure hunter asked.He showed the witch an egg shell, with an intricate pattern of silk thread knotted around it."Put that back!""There's something inside, it must be valuable. But when-""Someone locked their grief away. Break one, and it's yours.""Oh..."#TootFic #MicroFiction #SmallStories
