They must pass through the colonnade of aspen trees as sunrise cuts through at the height of a small Greek woman.
She was that woman, barefoot, in a thin silk shift, a blue bowl of fresh oranges from Thessaloniki in her hands.
So the prophecy said.
She shook her head. Why not a packet of Twinkies in a paper bag, gripped in the paws of a tall man?
“I didn’t write the prophecy, Susan,” Gordon apologized. “That’s just what The Sages told me to do.”
“They told you to record and post this online, right?” she snarled, “Buncha Pervs!”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (01/17/2019): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes colonnades. It can be natural, architectural, or a metaphor. Take a stroll and go where the prompt leads.
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I loved your prophecy. Quite funny.
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Thank you!
(frantically searching for Twinkies)
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Ha, ha! It sounded so epic! So you were following prophecy on posting, right? 😉
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It hadda be…
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Nice! I think the picture you chose is of Pando, which I want to go see someday.
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