Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “open book, point, write.” Pick up the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. Close your eyes, open the book, and place your finger on the page. Whatever word or phrase your finger lands on, write about it. Enjoy.
And so the Elders conferred. They spent the night in a huddle and discussed what to do with the child.
Wild and noisy as she was everyone of them loved her. In fact everyone in the village loved her. She was three now and the only child to have been born for thirty years.
Since the illness arrived that had made all the women infertile the human race had been slowly dying out.
Three years ago when she was born the entire village decided to keep her a secret and they had. Every villager played their part in raising her. Sadly her mother had died giving birth.
So the night passed deep in conference the Elders came to a decision. They would keep her safe until she was past puberty and then they would have to tell the bigger world out there that they had a , hopefully disease free female. Perhaps somewhere else other babies had been born and kept safe.
They announced their decision to the villagers at dawn. They all join hands to pray that his was the start of a new race.
This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, #SoCs. The opening line was taken from the workbook that accompanied The Silent Eye‘s 2019 workshop Lord of the Deep. My story has nothing what so ever to do with the workshop apart from it being the closest book to hand when I wrote this.
