A Sacrificial Lamb
The Skaggerston Nightmares #76
It was definitely getting hotter, little Sally Cupp thought as she crouched inside the sacrificial Wicker Dwarf. She could see through the slats in the structure the revellers of the Skaggerston Town fete, singing along with a band. Her parents had told her this was a great honour, but that she would have to go to Heaven afterwards, and never see them - or their pet chinchilla Aristotle - ever again. This made her sad. Then she recalled the smile the Mayor had given her - one of respect, of pride.
She clutched her teddy bear tighter as flames licked at her feet.
- Category: Dystopian Fiction
- Tags: ceremony, village fete, sacrifice
3 comments add one below
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Drew Martyn about 5 years ago
Horrific! I didn't think anything could outdo The Wicker Man, but this has. The chinchilla and her teddy bear adds poignancy superbly.
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Peter Muscutt about 5 years ago
Cheers mate - glad that you're enjoying the occasional ventures to Skaggerston. Look out for a Kindle book coming sometime before the end of the year - it should have some extra material and "Tourism" information on the town....
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Drew Martyn about 5 years ago
That's appropriate. It had crossed my mind, while commenting on the last couple of drabbles, that I'd like to spend some time in Skaggerston. I'll look forward to that.
