Word
limit: 150 word story (10-word leeway) springing
forth from the photo prompt and include the concept of clumsiness.
Missionaries
By WEGoss2
It started with inter-galaxy trip to a friend who was bringing
the God-Jesus story to aborigines. Aborigines closer to creatures than beings are being told
human myths. Once I believed. I had been a priest but first contact changed me
and a lot of others.
Drive malfunctions landed us on an unknown. Now, I walked hands raised in a line of captives. Our captors almost
human in a clumsy haphazard way didn't speak any known language.
I prayed in remembered comfort.
That night they turned almost nothing into a shelter. Our
captors pulled us inside. One quieter than others took out a kit. Squeezing a
root dug earlier over a shell to catch the juice, it was set to the side. Then
a green-brown morsel was unwrapped and set on its wrapping next to the juice.
In a gurgle-squawk tongue, He spoke and I understood.
“Taking the morsel and giving it to all, He said, this is my
body.”
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