Know that this was written for the December 6th Flash Fiction Challenge
Istaqa was a sentry. The night threatened to be as cold as it would be long. He was not vigilant. He spent the night carving pictures of goats on the rocks surrounding his post. Come morning he would show the goats to Chosovi’s father. Chosovi would be his wife if Istaqa could present her father with sufficient goats, and a rifle.
The goats were a symbolic transference of wealth. The rifle was a true symbol of peace between their families. No warrior would arm his enemies.
Istaqa already had the rifle and by morning he would have enough goats.
The prompt and instructions were:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about graffiti. It can be an artist, art or the medium itself. Get out your can of spray paint and go where the prompt leads you.
Interesting piece of writing. Love the articulation and language used. Keep up the good work. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊
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Very creative. Nice concept embedded in the short piece.
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This one was wicked cool! I liked the explanations of the gifts, and it didn’t feel as bad as one usually imagines wedding transfers/bride purchases to be.
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This has a solid, rich flavor of historical fiction–I believe it to be real. Well done!
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I don’t know if it is real, but I think it could definitely have been possible.
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It has the feel…I want to believe! 😉
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I was actually lucky to see some drawn petroglyphs on Maui a few years back. They were on private property though. I like this story 🙂
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Gracias
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