Dec. 18, 2016

A VERY SHORT STORY OF KARMA

Twilight muted the jungle greens. A saffron robed nun gave a frightened shriek. A spider was lurking menacingly on a tile in her cell.
 
Calmer now, she smiled as she placed a plastic glass over it. Gently sliding a prayer card under the bottom, she flipped It over. The trapped arachnid scrambled at the sides, desperate to escape.
 
Her robes rustled as she padded barefoot to the gate. Removing the card, she shook the spider onto a bougainvillea. Thinking of the Karma gained, she re-entered The monastery.
 
The waiting mantis clasped the spider in prayer, biting off its head. As it nibbled, an early bat swooped, plucking them both from the leaf.