Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Fifty-Two

Wan Blat O was the God of Unconsidered Trifles. It was a feeble gig, but at least it kept him immortal. His more powerful peers dwelt in marble halls and were waited upon hand and foot by beautiful nymphets and smooth-skinned demons. Wan inhabited an unconsidered temple right at the edge of the Kingdom of the Dead, where he was vaguely looked after by an elderly woman called Ethel, who had no teeth and painful bunions.

Sometimes, though, fate has a peculiar sense of humour – and when the mountain exploded Wan Blat O was the only god to survive.

©️jj 2019

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