The Annual Ritual

The Annual Ritual

By, Nan Claire Falkner

On the first day of Spring each year, they gathered by the fireplace in the woods and placed their items onto the coals. Usually, it was a berry from their crops or a strand of wheat.

This year was an exception. Colton moved closer to the fire and threw the object in. The flame grew huge and smelled awful – rotten to the core and made the embers in the pit turn an odd shade of green. “What is that horrible smell?” He shouted at his wife.

“It’s dog shit you idiot!” She smirked, “Next time watch what you step on.”


37 thoughts on “The Annual Ritual

  1. Dear Nan,

    Hey! Good to see you back. I missed you.

    I can only imagine the “aroma” wafting up from the fire..sweet scent of spring…not so much. 😉

    Fun stuff.



  2. Ha! So had he thrown in the sandals/shoes he was wearing? This Colton isn’t so bright, is he? Funny.

    And it’s good to see you back, Nan! I missed you the last couple of weeks.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

    • Dear MG, Thanks for missing me – we’ve been in Houston at my sisters for Spring Break. Had a great time and lot’s of fun! The shoes should have been burnt for sure! Nan 🙂

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