I’m back again on the Friday Fictioneers bandwagon after a one month break. Sometimes, the workload gets too much and I just lie low. I do miss the FF group. We are just too super to be glossed over. Anyway, this week’s prompt, the first for February is by kind courtesy of Claire Fuller, and as usual Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the able and fine captain of the ship. Please, find below my story. (102 words) Feel free to critique and comment. Thank you.
They say the beginning is like the end, like the two-faced god. I never understood this until Kwamena died.
The priest decreed that a son of the land would die to atone for the sins committed by the princess who eloped with the slave. But why must Kwamena die? Is there no mercy in the breast of the two-faced god?
But the beginning of the end of Kwamena came silently upon me and my dreams yielded a coffin. I did not see it clearly until they brought my son’s body home in a sealed box from the whiteman’s land.