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Crowning moment

Now, that's what I call a coronation

By Raymond G. TaylorPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Dinesh Valke from Thane, India, Wikimedia Commons

Craighaath stood by the Beck river, arms folded, countenance stern, for the climax of the three-day ceremonial. The king stood before him, dressed in plain hessian, blood and ashes daubed across his face. Craighaarth stared at him with contempt.

“Bow your head,” he commanded, spitting in the dust. The King obeyed, casting his eyes down upon the priest’s putrid feet.

Two acolytes clutching stout boughs lifted the cauldron and poured.

As the smoke cleared Craighaarth, plunging his calloused fist into the sand, pulled out the bronze image, casting it before the King.

“Behold your God, come down to Earth.”

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About the Creator

Raymond G. Taylor

Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.

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