Okame’s heart belonged to beautiful Kantiga, but her bride-price had brought him here to the dripping rainforest in search of rarities. He must present his bride with sacred cockatoo eggs for fruitfulness, a live bulbul for its joyful song, and a curve-beaked hornbill skull to adorn father-in-law’s belt, ensuring safe transition to the final darkness.

As he climbed the grandfather trees each morning to harvest eggs, Okame heard the cries of the bird-people who had safeguarded his tribe for generations, and he prayed thanks to them all.

But his nights were haunted by strange visions of savage, saw-toothed monsters at work  in the deep forest, bringing the tall trees crashing to the ground, and eggs of the bird-people smashed, rotting, wasted.


Photo by Madison Woods.

This is for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly 100 word writing challenge in response to a picture, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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21 thoughts on “Quest

  1. I really like how you capture the casual tone but acute detail that you find in myths and legends – together with the unresolved aspect of the story, these qualities give it a genuinely haunting quality.


  2. I loved the lyricism of the word choices you made. It wasn’t a ‘perfect English sentence’ but instead a perfect character narrative voice. At least, that’s how it felt to me.


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