Sunday Photo Fiction: An Evil Chalice #amwriting #fiction #flashfiction 

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.


A Mixed Bag


Timo and Erica had been stranded in the desert when their small plane crashed near Cairo. Sunburnt, exhausted, and thirsty, they were shocked to see an Oasis. 

“An Oasis Timo, we’re saved. There’s water and even a chalice to drink from,” Erica yelled. 

“You’re seeing things Erica, there’s no water and no chalice.” 

Really look, it’s only a few steps away — we’re here,” Erica said rushing forward to drink from a beautiful pale blue spring; however, whenever she tried to cup the spring water with her hands, it slide away. 

“It won’t let me drink and I’m half-dead,” she cried. 

Timo rubbed his eyes, finally believing the blue spring underneath a palm tree existed. A chalice made with a human skull sat in the middle of a stone alter as well. It gave him a feeling of dread. 

“Erica, to drink the water you need the chalice but don’t do it. There’s something terrifying and evil about this cup.” 

She turned to Timo, giving him a dark stare, “I’ll drink from the chalice if I want.” Erica strode to the alter, bowed mockingly and lifted the chalice to kiss the skull on the mouth.

Timo grimaced as she scooped it into the water and drank. It was an Indiana Jones’ movie come to life as Erica’s life force was sucked from her body which disintegrated until she was dust. 

He decide to try drinking from the spring without the chalice. Timo drank all the water he could then sat down beneath the large palm tree in the shade. He wondered why cupping his hands worked for him and not for poor Erica as he drifted asleep.

When he awoke, Timo heard the blessed noise of rescuers in the distance and hollered for help. To his amazement the Oasis had disappeared along with the chalice. 

He contemplated what he should say happened to Erica as no one would believe the truth. 


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22 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: An Evil Chalice #amwriting #fiction #flashfiction ”

  1. Oooh I like that. “An Indiana Jones movie come to life”. I think maybe it was because she was so irreverent towards it, and he was cautious.

    Two slight errors – their plane crashed is written as their plan crashed, and you have the © down as 2016 🙂

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    1. Thank you Al. I’m happy the treasure hunt/Indian Jones vibe came through. Thank you for mentioning the mistakes. It seems somedays no matter how hard I try, I miss errors. I think my best writing comes after I’ve published a piece for email lol. 🙂


  2. I loved the Indiana Jones feel too! And the ending was perfect – I always wonder about that, when these bizarre things happen in “real world” movies or stories, how on earth do you explain it to everyone else? Everyone will think you’re totally crazy, maybe even lock you up!

    p.s. I think you meant the _plane_ crashed, although I really like the idea of a small plan crashing too. 😉

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    1. Haha, oddly enough Joy I was looking at that word yesterday on my grocery list trying to figure out if it was plane/plain Greek yogurt. Somedays certain words just look wrong, especially homonyms. I’m happy you like the story. When I went to see this referred to Indiana Jones movie, I was about 4-years-old and my Mom covered (or tried to) cover my eyes when the guy picked the wrong holy grail and disintegrated. And that’s the reason I remember it so vividly lol. Thanks for commenting 🙂

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    1. I’m not quite sure what he says Oneta. Maybe he says she died somewhere in the desert and he had to go on or die himself trying to get back to Cairo, Egypt.

      He can say he buried her in the sand somewhere and doesn’t know where, when he’s rescued at the end. I imagine a lot if things are lost in the desert sand and never found.

      Thank you for reading 🙂


    1. I think Timo is going to be okay. He knew better but his friend was so desperate, think of Indiana Jones in the search for the holy grail, when the blond Indie’s sleeping with, falls. Down the chasm the holy grail ends up near. She falls to her death. In a sense I was going for thAt feeling with the added dying of thirst. Thanks for reading Suzanne 🙂


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