Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
“I was particularly sensible as a child.” The indignation coating those words ranked among the strongest I’d heard. Serving as a shepherd for the deceased, I’d encountered more self-aggrandized individuals than I cared to recall.
I always stood two feet taller than any mortal (a trade trick I took advantage of), but when I had moved toward her to tower silently, suddenly I, the shepherd, was the one looking up into her eyes.
And I cowered.
“I understand your consternation. However, I if you look objectively–”
She snorted cutting me off effectively. I watched her for her retort.
Nothing.
She said nothing, just watched me with her piercing eyes and relentlessly tapping foot.
I tried to return to towering, but, somehow, I stepped back instead. That wasn’t dread inspiring. I pushed forward. “Your destiny is seaedl. You will follow the dark way.”
“Not good enough,” she snapped. “I deserve that path.” She pointed to the lighted way still barred by my powers.
“Now see here,” I started.
My supervisor poofed between us. “You shall walk neither path,” he announced, snapping his fingers. A third path appeared. I hadn’t seen that one since my demise and raising to shepherd.
The woman peered at the path and nodded. “Finally, some competence. Was that so hard?” She sniffed walking past me.
Silent, I waited until the woman was beyond earshot. “She’ll be insufferable.”
My supervisor snorted. “That’s what your shepherd said too.” Snapping his fingers, he vanished, leaving me there alone.
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