Flash Fiction - 300 Words
until the tribe's sacrifice was accepted. The quake, the seventh one, scared even the priest, he knew their clan couldn't
survive the trolls anger much longer.
As the tremor jolted Rammah's house, she watched her only picture fall to the ground. Her husband, Taul the priest had
bartered for it. She had never seen stained glass before and now it lay shattered.
The rumbling of the earth sent the tribe running to the priest. They knew it was just a matter of time until the earth opened
up and swallowed them. Six sacrifices had been refused. With each offering, the priest waved his fan, chanted and
begged the ground to open up and accept their offering.
With each refusal the tribe lost faith in their clan. They no longer pulled together, blaming one another for the trolls anger.
The peaceful Tintucks existence depended upon Taul finding the perfect gift to place upon the altar.
After each rejection, Taul left with the gilded cage. He knew where the fairies lived and how to catch them. Each time he
brought what he thought was the perfect one.
As the cage was lifted on the altar, the wings of the fairy would beat against the cage, while her piercing screams filled
the air. When refused Taul released the fairy, but her magic was never the same.
Taul returned with the next sacrifice. The tribe gathered around the altar. Their chants and cries drowned out the fairy's
desperate attempt to escape. Taul set the cage on the altar and the earth opened up and swallowed the cage.
Shouts of joy rose, the tribe members hugged one another, content to go home in peace.