Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to jenne and ceayr‘s photo/image prompt bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge.
Take the image (a new one each week) throw it into the lightless void of that portion of your mind connected to the creative …whatever and typetty-type!
oh yeah, slight constraint: Max 250 words.
Jophiel’s sword cast the ragged couple’s shadow into the harsh, new world.
She was dressed in shame, he walked ahead of her, jaw set resentfully, towards the inhospitable land to the East.
Presently, the two came upon a thoroughly alien landscape. The ground was level, softly green, and studded with upright stone slabs.
“Sucks to be you, right?”
The voice, friendly with self-confidence, just enough archness to make ignoring it unlikely, belonged to a dark-haired woman.
The pause became a silence which grew uncomfortable. From the edge of the cemetery, the woman stepped forward, laughing, “Where are his manners?” After hugging the woman and scowling at the man, continued,
“I”m Lilith, his ex, you must be Eve.”
“Yeah, I get it, bleak, scary graveyard as an introduction to life outside Paradise. Your Creator may be All-Powerful but subtle He ain’t.”
“Come on Eve,” Adam interrupted, “We don’t have to listen to this… God said you would be devoted to me, so just accept the fact that we’re doomed to a life of toil, get old and die.”
More laughter from the dark woman.
“Here’s the thing. Your Creator, and your Tempter? Both dicks. Small minds and resentful spirits. This?” Lilith’s voice leaning towards Eve, “Childish attempt to scare you when it’s actually the true Promise. Those stones have names on them, The names of mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers. You, Eve, will be the Mother and they will follow and, in fact, become your eternal life.”
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