It was my turn. I went to the specified grate and placed my shoe upon it.
Why it has to be just the one, or why from your favourite pair, no one knows; nor how the creatures even know. Only that people who lie by deed get horrifically burned.
I watched as the flames rose and blackened my offering, before a slimy hand lifted the grate and its partner took the shoe. After it burped I left to get on with my day and wait for another call-up.
Bad administration and a weak government have a lot to answer for.
Why it has to be just the one, or why from your favourite pair, no one knows; nor how the creatures even know. Only that people who lie by deed get horrifically burned.
I watched as the flames rose and blackened my offering, before a slimy hand lifted the grate and its partner took the shoe. After it burped I left to get on with my day and wait for another call-up.
Bad administration and a weak government have a lot to answer for.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
I am so glad that only the shoe was asked for as an offering!
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