Fantasy Drabble #308 "Micromanagement"

She walked with a purpose, climbing and descending through the rolling hills. Only after some hours did She finally pause, stop, kneel to sift the dirt through alabaster fingers.

The newly-frocked priest stumbled up, huffing, placed hands on knees, managed: "I feared that you would lead us to the edge of the world!" The rest of the crowd stayed back a respectful distance.

"The world has no edge, Gorrick. It is round, like a grape." She reached effortlessly down into the earth, pulled to the surface a marker stone the size of a man. "Here. Build my first Temple here."


  1. silly Gorrick. love the thought of a newly-frocked priest, especially reading this on the day that the pope defrocked himself to a lower position. Well done, this..