The Gift of the Gods

by joetwo

The basket came down from the sky, full of coloured lumps.

The high priest took one”We give thanks for this sustenance.” and took a bite.

His face contorted.

“We’re grateful” Someone said, “But why can’t the Gods understand taste?”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge number 83.

 

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