The huge monolith at the edge of the village became the epicenter of festivities overnight. Always ready to believe in the extraordinary, the villagers lapped up the story of a family of cobras taking residence in the holes of the rock. They lined up for miles, eager to offer the Nagadevathas* milk and eggs.
Chinna, the young boy who spread the story of the cobras, stood calmly. His elder brother stood behind him with a mixture of fear and disgust on his face. He and his gang had just lost access to the drugs they had stashed inside the rock.
*Nagadevathas – Hindu manifestation of cobra as a God.
Many thanks to our gracious host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting yet another edition of Friday Fictioneers. This week’s picture credit goes to CEAyr. Find other entries to this week’s challenge here.
Word Count: 100