I came across a brilliant piece of writing first thing this morning, entitled Resting Place by Dark Netizen
With his permission I used his scenario as a jumping off place for this little piece of flash that I wrote in response to his Wacky Weekend Challenge- Water
Word count: 100
As the silent homage to our fallen leader concluded, clean water, considered contraband and as such a most precious commodity, was sprinkled over the crude headstone symbolizing our willingness to sacrifice whatever it takes, even one’s own life, if called upon by The Alliance to do so.
All of us knew that this was an oath that one of us would soon be given direction to honor as payment for the conjuring should terms be agreed upon with the necromancer.
And there was not one among us who was not secretly lusting for the opportunity to be the chosen one.