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A Terrible God

 

I. A wooden thing, sanded smooth, worked by many hands over many months. Played it made a sound to drive men mad, tear their spine from out the base of their neck and beat them to death with it.


II. The hands that made the thing died this way, and their widows flung themselves across the row of coffins, beat their chests and tore at their faces and hair. Yet, they took no revenge upon the object that caused them such grief. It was revered, given a place of honor on a pedestal built high so that no one might ever be tempted to reach it, take it down, and play it again. With the object stored in such a secure place, the widows knew they need never again fear anything, save a windy day.


III. The widows began to worship the wind as a god. A terrible god, one that could only be appeased by sacrifice. First chickens, then when the wind did not cease to blow, goats. And when that only made the wind blow faster, their children. So the widows flung themselves across the row of coffins, beat their chests and tore at their faces and hair, but it still did not appease the wind.


IV. Then there was only one child left. The child thought to save its own life and appease the wind by building an idol in the godís image. The widows placed the small statue made by small hands at the base of the pedestal. And the widows knew that, though the wind continued to blow, it must be pleased for it never caused the pedestal to topple.

 

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COLLEEN FRAKES is a member of the inaugural class of the Center for Cartoon Studies in White River Jct., Vermont. She has drawn and/or written comics for Edgewood Studios and TMNT Tales, and self-publishes zines under the imprint Cowboy Orange.