The Ritual – Flash Fiction for 3/2/12

Photo courtesy of Madison Woods

The sacred ritual required jewels. All the old books said so. Without them, the magic wouldn’t work.

The jewels arrived as the moon waxed full. To the priestess, it was an omen. She summoned the sisterhood.

The skinny girl stood by the off ramp holding a cardboard sign that read “Homeless and Hungry.” It only took the promise of a hot meal and a warm place to sleep to get her into the car.

They gathered at twilight in the clearing. The girl had been scrubbed, sedated and dressed in a white smock. Everything was in place for the sacrifice.