“Grandfather,” asked the dead boy, “why do those sad people stand at the water’s edge and wail?”
“These people were bad; they were selfish and did not earn enough karma to pay the passage to the other side.”
“Grandfather,” asked the dead boy, “why do those happy people get onto boats so grand?”
“Those people were good; they gave more than they took, and earned enough karma to pay for a comfortable trip to the other side.”
“Grandfather,” asked the dead boy, “why is our boat so humble?”
“We are Hindu, grandson. We save some karma for the return fare.”
(Word count 100)
Another Friday Fictioneers’ 100 word challenge from Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple Blog (click here to read all the stories). A bit of a departure from my normal style (or so I think anyway), so I’m very interested in any comments you may have. This one came to me very quickly – 15 minutes of writing, with minimal edits – but as I saw the photo prompt last night, immediately before going to bed, I wonder if I mentally wrote it while sleeping.
Sleep-writing would be pretty cool, although I’d love to get into some ‘sleep-exercising’.