Friday Fictioneers – Shinto

Again, long periods of time posting on here. I have been working on getting a novella completed and it has taken up most of my time. This has been inspired my trip to Tokyo with my husband a few years ago and how amazed we were to find a shrine in the middle of the city.

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Shinto

The city was only one train stop away. Twenty minutes ago we were standing in the heart of Shibuya at the cross roads with a Starbucks in one hand and a camera in the other. Now as we walked through the park where men in suits napped in the sunshine, the city’s smokescreen slowly lifted. Birds chatted harmoniously as the wind pulled toward the shrine. Next to the entrance was a stone trough filled with clear water, bridged with six wooden ladles. As with tradition we rinsed our hands, took a bow before and a made a prayer to the gods.

Friday Fictioneers – Night Nurse

I haven’t taken part in Friday Fictioneers in over a month which I was a little shocked by. I’m a little bit out of the rhythm of writing fiction so this took me a little while to think up and doesn’t make an obvious reference to the picture. However I have drawn from a tale my aunt told me about when she was trekking in the Himilayas and came across a little hut. I know it could be better, so I’m calling this a draft until I feel more inspired to do better.

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Night Nurse

The fever lasted five days. It started off with chills running through my bones and a lightning bolt ricocheting in my skull.  When the sickness took my body prisoner I could walk no further and lay by the river to sleep. When I woke an old man was gently patting my brow, I could feel his sandpaper hands brush against my skin reminding me that I was still present, still breathing.

I blinked away the bright light coming through the gaps in the stone wall, but his distorted face offered no detail.  ‘Shh’ he said, so I went to sleep.