Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Seventy-Three

The earthly representative of the god was a mountain of stinking flesh, ruled only by his own appetites. 

The little priestess was seven years old when they brought her to the temple. Her delicate beauty caught the priest’s jaundiced eye and he ordered himself carried over to where she tended the temple snakes.

“Come here,” he commanded.

She went obediently to his side and stood mute under his pinching fingers.

A single tear ran down the childish cheek and the salt taste awoke the snake that slumbered in her bodice.

The bitten man took quite a long time to die.

©️jj 2019

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