100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
The dreamer awakened and looked at his clan gathered under the full moon. All eyes were on him, waiting, hopeful. Since the last winter solstice, they suffered flood and hunger. Two of their most venerable wise women passed to the otherworld.
He turned to his initiate. “Tell the people my dream words.”
“You saw the underbelly of a broken, dying mushroom. But, it is as a basket. It gathers water and carries life; it nourishes new seeds. We will endure in the Windabbei Forest. Gornahl is with daughter.”
“She is Bravwen. One day she will lead us. We leave tomorrow.”