MLMM First Line Friday 9-28-18

Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces. Was it a sign she wondered? Was it the gods letting me know they were pleased by this sacrifice?

It was definitely a sacrifice, offering up their hard won harvest yield to unknown sources. Reaping most of their crops to put them here on the altar when they only kept meager supplies to last for their families till another season.

The light was taken by all as a sign the gods were pleased once again and the strength of their faith once again renewed. As the peasants left the hallowed earth area, the light dimmed, then it was gone.

She glanced back for only a second to see the offerings had disappeared.

Paintings by Diego Rivera