Wow. I’m not sure about today’s flash. It’s a little different and is evidence of dark musings of late. hmm…. It’s also much, much shorter. I hope you enjoy.
Drums thumped in the distance, responding to the serenade of the surf pounding the shore behind them.
Not much longer now.
They were the initiates this solstice; he, their sacrifice.
Just over the dunes.
The sand on this side of the circle was tightly packed, so that each step didn’t mean a dig deep. A few more steps however, and each stride would leave a welcomed searing burn in their already straining muscles.
It is my gift.
Such smooth skin he had. Even if they didn’t have to maintain skin-to-skin contact during this ceremonial trek, he would have been a delight to touch. To caress. To lick and bite. To enjoy.
Please accept my gift.
But he wasn’t theirs.
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