Journey Continues

Denise’s prompt this week: FILTER

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Early morning mist filtered the sun which failed to soften her mother’s words, spoken through lips pulled taut with frightened tension:  ‘Avia, promise me you’ll paint a grateful smile over your usual glum face—you’re not a child anymore, and might yet marry; don’t you realize your bad attitude could bring a curse on us all?”

Offering a silently compliant half-smile, Avia stretched, began to dress; her mother was afraid, unnerved by recent violent events—complaining was no minor offense, it was judged ‘contempt, lack of trust, rebellion, disobedience’…sin.

Punishment was swift: ten scouts who brought back negative reports were struck dead by plague, two more plagues killed 14,700 and 24,000 respectively; 250 followers of those who’d instigated a conspiracy against the exodus leaders were consumed in fire; and to everyone’s shocked horror the earth split open to swallow primary insurrectionists whole, alive (now erased from collective memory); snakebite fatalities were likely a “testing”, but made one just as dead.

As Avia stepped into the day she saw a cluster of men, heads bent in somber discussion; then she glimpsed Phinehas, Joshua and the handsome Caleb, who caught her eye and approached—his grin a thousand unfiltered sunbeams released from sculpted lips.

Her chin dropped demurely at his pleasant greeting, but she said nothing until his continued interest prompted her to fumble a few words: “I’m worried the cloud of Glorious Presence will descend again, that God remains angry and will send further plagues, or pestilence as my father speculated.”

“You needn’t be concerned,” he said, his companions’ nods conveying agreement; “God’s unfailing love is true—He freed us from slavery, provides for our every need on this journey to a beautiful land He’s already prepared; our two leaders are exemplary men—despite the riffraff’s jealous criticism which cost them their lives; we have hope now, a wonderful future—why wouldn’t we worship God alone, who requires that we not balk at statutes given for our wellbeing; prideful, dissatisfied murmurers have cause to fear, not us”—(privately she pondered if what he described, the “us”, could mean ‘her with him’).

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On the Journey

Denise’s prompt this week is “JOURNEY”—do visit her to read fabulous posts, and quotations that make you ponder.  Write a 6-Sentence Story, you’ll be hooked—join us! 🙂  Link:  https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/03/10/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-150/

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And so she left her personal Egypt, the familiar bondage she’d been born into; (they were rescued, her mother’s face begged her to accept)—led from a harsh, predictable enslavement to who-knew-where.

Life was day-and-night wilderness, and crowded camp of strangers (some related to her) who stared as though she differed from them in unfathomable ways; wellshe was different…from birth, invisibly marked an outcast, a scapegoat; (but her late grandmother had whispered that she was marked, yes—for blessed purpose).

A milk-and-honeyed ‘promised land’, she’d overheard…that was their destination; so, why did the journey feel as intimidating and oppressive as the home she’d left…not quite frightening, yet cast in pallor of anxious dread?

One man was the same as the next (grim, formidable, to be obeyed not crossed); and the women, without variation—standing back submissively, muted gray powerlessness glazing their eyes; all liars, the lot of them—there was no future, it was gilded denial, a useless mantra to push them into another wilderness ahead.

A scouting expedition had brought mixed reports—some enthused about the peculiar abundance discovered: grape clusters twice the size of average men’s heads, and more lush fruit varieties; but most scouts were terrified—there would be battles before bounty; rumors murmured there was a split…some might turn back, or go their own direction.

She lay in the tent, pondering…her brothers were favored ones, joyful adventurers high on aerated speculations about something called a covenant promise; unmarried, she’d still and ever be a slave…barring a miracle, a genuine Savior.

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.