a tithe in flesh

Someone is groaning pitifully. I try pursing my lips to shush them, but I can’t feel my mouth. Well, shit. I am sauced, again.

I force open an eyelid, and the moan cuts off, as the sun drives a fiery spike down into my brain. Hissing, I shut my eye.

I remember collapsing on the way to the temple. I remember laughter. I remember rough hands lifting and pushing me onto the tumbrel. I remember prayers and…screaming. I…remember…

I try to wiggle my toes, but feel nothing. I cannot feel my hands.

The gods have taken their tithe.

(Written for The PredictionChallenge words: collapse, sauce, tumbrel)

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storyteller, portrait artist, & fervent mountain roamer. find my collection of flash fiction, Unusual Diction, at Amazon.com.

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