Perches for Crows

In the End, the people began harvesting from themselves, opening up tiny sections along their waistlines to extract the fat that would run their homes for another day. Then the power went out forever, and the overhead lines were just perches for crows. The people left their useless houses and stood on concrete sidewalks staring at each other with wide and wondering eyes, blinking blindly in the star-shine.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.  We were to write a story in three sentences.


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Nature's Alchemy

Agnes Jamison wakes to birdsong. She listens for a moment before addressing the poodle curled up at the edge of her bed. "Are you hungry, Jake?"

He opens an eye, wags his tail tentatively.

She rises slowly and walks to the kitchen where she prepares coffee and unwraps the muffin she bought yesterday. She and Jake sit outside watching the schoolchildren trudge up the sidewalk. Agnes breaks her muffin into pieces and feeds some to the dog. "I expect we'll mow today."

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Betray

The Priest assures us that the new words are meant to make the Mass more beautiful.  He tells us that the words are inspired by God.  The Priest tells us that we’re not moving back; we’re moving forward.  The priest tells us we should feel happy about these changes.

But the Priest does not know that I feel like a puppet mouthing these words unknown people are telling me to say.  I do not know for certain how long I can continue to act in their performance.  I cannot force my mouth to profess things my mind does not believe.

Do I betray the church by refusing to open my mouth?  Or do I betray myself by opening it and letting the words escape?

This post was written in response to a prompt from Trifecta, in which I was to write a post from 33 to 333 words incorporating the third definition of betray, as found on the Trifecta website.

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