Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Sixty-Four

Siowanna spoke the ritual words and laid her forehead on the Sacred Stones. As the sun’s first rays touched the eastern sky, she raised her voice in praise before bowing thirteen times.

The girl stood back and waited with her head bowed. It seemed like a very long time before there was a rustling in the woods.

The bear was as black as night and she knew fear for an instant. Then he made the change.

Standing naked before her he shaped his mouth to the unfamiliar way of words.

“Wife,” he said and she put her hand in his.

©️jj 2018

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