Thursday, July 13, 2017

Resurrection

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb



Each day I light a candle in your name.

I dip my hand into the jar when the sunlight demurely steps out of the window and darkness lays a claim to the room. The tiny silvery sphere sparkles in my hand. I close my hand and expel the hot air from my mouth.

The incantation slips out of my mouth and ancient words long forgotten fill the room. The folio flutters and your presence fills the room. We celebrate our love again.

I have filled the jar a countless time. Claiming souls to charge the spheres terrifies me no more.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

I think I spent more time this week on deciding the title of my story. I thought about Eurydice the wife of Orpheus.   But then it wasn't a true resurrection story as she vanished back into the underworld.  I thought about using Ishtar and Persephone but in the end this was not about them.  So a revenant then, a person that returns as a spirit after death.  In this case maybe recalled by supernatural magic.  Maybe just stick with resurrection.

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26 comments :

  1. Great take. A chilling look at obsession and love. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Iain I am glad you liked it.

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  2. Dear Subroto,

    Magical, mystical and just to the right of chilling. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks for your comments Rochelle. I am glad you liked it.

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  3. I like your take on this one. It does take us down this track.

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    1. Thanks YS I am glad you liked it.

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  4. Loved your take. A lot of mystique going on.

    Please click to read my entry

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    1. Thanks Varad I am glad you liked it.

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  5. Such beautiful language - sunlight demurely steps out - and a sensual feel to this, even if he has gone round killing people to be able to rekindle his love. Great story.

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    1. Thanks for your lovely comments Sarah, I am glad you liked it.

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  6. The first line is a wonderful opening. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Danny, I am glad you liked it.

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  7. A beautiful fantasy!

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  8. Great use of language. I like "sunlight demurely stepping out." It seems his love/obsession has conquered any guilt he may have felt.

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    1. Obsession trumps guilt most of the time. Thanks for your comments Russell, I am glad you liked it.

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  9. Your descriptitve lines create a visual for the reader. I can picture the candle being lit. I enjoyed the musticism of the story. Well done ...
    Isadora 😎

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  10. Anonymous9:20 AM

    I love this, but you know this already. Beautifully written, leading from love to horror. -- Gah Learner

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    1. Of course I did. Thanks for your comments Gabriele, I am glad you liked it.

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  11. I have this creepy feeling claiming souls is a practice that has no happy future and neither does he. It seems he's lost his soul already. Good writing, Subroto. :( --- Suzanne

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    1. He is beyond redemption. Thanks for your comments Suzanne, I am glad you liked it.

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  12. Such a brilliant idea. I almost empathised with the main character until the end. Well done!

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    1. What no sympathy for a soul harvester? Thanks for your comments Sandra, I am glad you liked it.

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